Coe tops the large hill, finally, and stands at the top, bent over and panting. He knew he had brought too much stuff, but he just couldn't help himself. He needed these things dang it! Looking out in front of him, Coe saw nothing but the path cutting through the trees and bushes, but his large ears were easily picking up voices from somewhere not very far off. He straightened his back, repositioned his pack, pushed his glasses up farther on his face and started walking again down the path, his walking stick clicking on the ground as he went. "I wonder who else is up here?"