The undergrowth is thick, and as I step onto the soft green moss, I hear a rabbit scampering off. The birds are chirping, singing their joyous songs of spring, and as I walk towards the clearing, I am able to start making out the shapes of what appears to be a large structure. The fog is still a little thick since it rained hard last night with thunderstorms, but now it’s starting to warm up as the mist and heat begins to leave the forest floor.
Finally, I get to the top of the gentle slope I am climbing, and there it it is. I can’t believe it’s still here. Can you believe it?