Campbellford Country Cottage

"On the other side of a locked gate, a giant hemlock tree stood tall over an old wooden house. Outbuildings and a barn behind the house indicated that this was once an active farm, but it was far too hot to bother exploring them. Swarms of mosquitoes rose from the waist high grass and attacked like platoons of soldiers. A colony of bees were ranking officers in the same army as the mosquitoes, and guarded the back door, where they have stationed their hive. All other points of entry proved fruitless, so this was a suicide mission. I was stung seven times. These war wounds were the cost of doing battle.

Inside, we were greeted by the stench of a forgotten era. But with only one broken window, and all doors closed, it was fairly cool inside compared to the 42 degrees on the battlefield outside. This made the stench easier to tolerate."