“We could cross the river and then..” Carl pulls out his map from his back pocket. Their horse neighs in the background, slurping the water up.

“We could cross and then down left through there,” He points to the small thin woods. “Down there should be some sort of old resort, or some sort of camp, I think.” He squints at the map. “We could do that or turn back.” He points to the rock and debris filled path in front of them other than the path to the camp.