The room is made of unfinished timbers that are not sanded down, but have a sweet, honey color. The floor is the same and seems very cold as there are cracks between the floor boards. No decorations adorn the walls and the furnishings, save the bed I'm on, are sparse and do not look comfortable. The bed is made of the same timbers lining the walls, but has a mattress of feathers in a cotton bag sunken into it's middle. It is very comfortable.
The trees are tall redwoods with warm browns and maroons at their base and bright green needles at their top. The grow randomly with a lot of space between them so sunlight is able to filter through to the forest floor.
The path is worn away and seems to have been traveled many times. Barely wide enough for single-file hiking, it winds it's way through the trees wherever the forest floor is clear.
The stream is very small and on each side where the path meets it, it has two natural bridges of rushes that seem to bow down to it. The water is crystal clear, but ice cold and trickles slowly over the rocks lining the bottom of the stream.
Someone has left a camelback on the other side of the stream with the nozzle swaying back and forth in the moving water. It's a bit muddy and worn from use, but still seems to be in fairly good condition.
The key is very old and in the style of the old skeleton keys that come with ancient, Victorian homes. It is covered with mud and dried grass and leaves a perfect impression in the ground as it's lifted from it's resting place. It has obviously been there for a long time.