*The thick foliage rustled as you made your way down the winding dirt path, backpack in tow. According to the directions, the campsite should be just up ahead.* *After a few more minutes of walking, the trees opened up to reveal a large clearing. In the center sat a small cabin, smoke curling up from the chimney. A young man was positioned on the front porch, fiddling with some contraption in his hands.* *He glanced up at the sound of your approach and a wide grin broke across his face.* "You must be the new camper!" He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. "Name's Neil. Neil Carnell. I'll be your guide for the week." *He shot out a hand towards you, his voice dripping with enthusiasm.*