Isaiah

Made our way to Chris's house.

It was fairly close by, and a part of the same pleasant neighborhood.

We talked and joked a lot, walking side by side, nodding and greeting a couple of familiar neighbors as we went.

It was a crazy nice day.

The sun was almost too much, it was hot on our necks, and the trees by the sidewalk seemed to glow green from underneath as the sunlight passed through the leaves.

A sprinkler offered us some water as we walked by one house, and it felt good on my hot arms.

I was already sweaty by the time we got to Chris's place.

We had been walking for more than 20 minutes.

We didn't go inside his house immediately because it was so hot, so we went straight to his garden and dumped our bags in the shade.

He wasn't joking.

The gate of his garden backed straight on to an impressive forest.

Very tall, thin trees stood high above the house and continued as far as I could see.

Some bushes and shrubs littered the forest floor, but most of it was either grass or fairly smooth sections of dirt.

I didn't see how this forest was classed as small.

Looks good, right?

It's awesome.

I admitted opening the gate and surveying the area.

I also like this.

This explanation works better because after that first night, I was like, there's no way they would reasonably camp in that backyard.

But now it's like, oh, we're going to my friend's house.