Bright stopped in his tracks and listened to the woods around him. It was silent, delightfully silent. He could see a few birds flying above him, a squirrel chewing on a nut and woodpecker pecking at a tree.<br/>"It`s like damn postcard." He thought to himself and saw an empty clearing between a few trees. It looked like a nice place to put up his tent.<br/><br/>30 minutes of swearing, inefficient throwing of equipment around and the result of a few anger managements involving a small axe and a nearby tree, his tent stood ready.<br/>It was a nice tent with a green color, big enough to suit two people if needed and long enough for Bright to lie stretched in his sleeping bag.<br/>He sat down in front of the tent and enjoyed a cup of homemade brew and the scenery.