Whoever made the path clearly didn't use it often — we could barely make it out among the ferns. We had to wal

Whoever made the path clearly didn't use it often — we could barely make it out among the ferns. We had to walk single file along the path as branches from the crowded bushes grabbed at our sleeves and backpack straps, only to hit the next person in line once we'd passed. The forest grew taller and thicker, and ever darker.