After a while, it becomes clear that there is indeed a path, and a regular one at that.  It seems to run through a shallow gully that zigs and zags every so often...brambles grow along the top of both sides, almost blocking that distant light.<br/><br/>Finally, the gully falls away and the trio find that the light source they've been following is very close at hand.  A battered old shack lies within easy view, lit by a old fashioned kerosene lantern hanging on the porch.  There is a rocking chair as well, still moving back and forth as if recently occupied.