There's little sunlight left as you stop before an enormous old tree with thick, bare branches stretching toward the darkening sky. You can certainly understand why Rebecca labeled it as she had. In truth, you'd go even further and call it downright creepy. Half-expecting some wicked, fairy tale creature to spring suddenly from its roots, you nervously survey your surroundings.
Did your grandfather also come to this spot? You can see at least two paths leading away, one just beyond the old tree and one off to your left. On her map, your great-aunt had marked a third that should be somewhere on your right, but you can discern nothing but wild, untamed growth in that direction.