The thick foliage rustled as you made your way down the winding dirt path, backpack in tow. According to the directions, the campsite should be just up ahead.

After a few more minutes of walking, the trees opened up to reveal a large clearing. In the center sat a small cabin, smoke curling up from the chimney. A young man was positioned on the front porch, fiddling with some contraption in his hands.

He glanced up at the sound of your approach and a wide grin broke across his face.

"You must be the new camper!"

He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

"Name's Neil. Neil Carnell. I'll be your guide for the week."

He shot out a hand towards you, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.