Day 6

Hey Wizdumb,

Okay, maybe yesterday's fog wasn't a spooky premonition, because today the sky's this crazy shade of blue, like a tropical bird exploded or something. Gotta admit, after yesterday's glowing-crystal-vision overload, a little sunshine is nice.

Speaking of yesterday… remember those cryptic images that rock threw at me? Well, turns out they weren't just for kicks. I followed their hazy directions, hoping I wasn't being led into some freaky goblin trap or something.

You wouldn't believe it, Wizdumb. All that trekking ended at a freaking antique signpost with symbols instead of words. Flame, river, bird, tree – like some sort of magical choose your own adventure. Seriously, this place needs road signs, maps, GPS. You know, the normal navigation stuff.

Anyway, Squeaks, the furry little genius, seemed to have a hunch. He took off towards the river symbol, and who am I to argue with an expert berry-finder?

Let me tell you, this place is tougher than nailing jello to a wall. Roots and rocks everywhere, like the forest itself was trying to trip me up. But, hey, I didn't end up face down in the mud, so I'll call that a win.

The good news? Squeaks was right (shocking, I know). Stumbled upon this sweet waterfall. Straight out of a postcard, except no cheesy captions. We'll camp out here tonight, and tomorrow, it's back on the river trail, following the clues.

Gotta run, the sound of that waterfall's got Squeaks going nuts - probably smells some good berries upstream. Wish me luck, Wizdumb. May the river lead to answers, and not, like, piranhas. Or talking piranhas. Please don't let there be talking piranhas.

Until tomorrow, Mark