"And i'm sure it will get the hell of a lot more harder the closer we get," I comment to myself.<br/><br/>As we near the swamp there is a fork in the road with a sign that gives us directions to either<em>Fort Longert or The Border.</em><br/>I look at Craig, "I could have sworn it was the other way around, did someone switch the signs directions?" I ask, and hop off my horse. I look around at the terrain and notice it's just like any other swamp; muddy, watery, full of flies, and fallen trees here and there.