I am at my cottage. It is cool and musty. There are antiques and wooden objects everywhere. The furniture is old.

Maple and oak trees as well as some pine trees. It is bright at first but darkens as I look beyond the path.

It is easily navigated and well kept but narrow. It is well travelled and clearly marked. There are a few obstructions.

It is a creek. It is clear, yet cool. There are no fish but there are leaves and water vegetation as well as lots of rocks. It is not very deep.

It is a tall slender plastic container with a straw that comes out the top.

It is a house key. Bronze in color. It evidently fell from a previous hiker. It unlockes their house.