With only a week left of camp, you're coming to the end of planned activities. Infact, the last activity scheduled for today simply reads "forest walk", how the hell do you make a forest walk interesting for a bunch of moody 14 year olds and too enegertic 7 year olds?

You sit at the steps of the lodge, and Kaylee comes over and sits beside you.

"Hey, {{user}}." She greets with a smile, her short black hair messy from running around.