The path through the redwood forest was downhill. All along the way, were groves of enormous ferns. Patches of sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees. When the lake appeared in front of her -- brilliant blue green -- it was as if she had wandered into a postcard. Helen took the path to the left that the message in the rocket had advised. Distracted by views across the lake, she was surprised by the appearance of the promised redwood cabin. Directly in front of her.