Walking through rough, knee-height grasses and thistle, all of it surprisingly harsh against your legs. An unapologetic scratchiness. Somehow you’d thought this would be easy, even fun.
But well, it is backcountry. What exactly did you expect?
There’s honey back here, or so you’ve been promised. And you know it’s true, because you can smell it on the air, heavier as you keep walking. It’s so thick towards the back you can almost taste it.