The Cabin

You start your trek towards the river. It’s midday, so the sky is clear with a nice breeze at your back. There are birds singing and the trees are rustling, so the ambience of the forest is that of calamity. An hour or so later, you come across an old travelers bridge, and decide to talk about the last activity of the evening, because the sun is starting to set on your first day of your adventure. You decide to: