You are standing on the wide bank of a beautiful, crystal pool in the early afternoon. A short distance away, beneath a large willow, the remnants of a picnic lunch repose upon a large, disheveled blanket. A mostly finished bottle of Bordeaux sparkles in a beam of summer sunlight that has found its way through the forest canopy. Various garments lay strewn about the bank from the picnic site down almost to the water's edge. The sound of splashing followed by a sudden burst of laughter draws your attention to two figures playfully cavorting in the shadow of the sandstone cliffs at the north end of the pool.
You can go
or west.