"Um... lets see..." James said as he looked at a map spread out on the hood of his truck. He was pretty sure he was heading the right direction, but it seems that what he thought was a short-cut turned out to be a little more difficult than it seemed. "I know I am along here somewhere, and camp is just down this way." He spoke to himself and he traced his finger along the thin line the wound across a short distance on the map. "why does none of this look like it should then? If only I had been there before, I could just walk there in no time at all." He roughly folded the map as he got back into his truck, started it and began once more down the forested road. It wasn't too much further when he spotted the camp sign and breathed a sigh of relief. "At least I know I can still read maps correctly."

As James pulled in he saw the buss parked in a large clearing and parked his truck just a couple yards from it. Getting out James grabbed a small bag from his passenger seat and a large duffel bag from the bed slinging them over his shoulder. Opening a small pouch on one end of the duffel bag he produced a slip of paper, It was the mailer that had his cabin number on it, and began walking towards his cabin. Making his way there he noted a bit of noise coming from the mess-hall as he passed, but wanted to drop off his things first. Reaching the cabin, a seven on the door, he went inside and dropped his things on the bed that would be his save for the small bag that he now strapped across his body. Walking out of the cabin James made his way towards the mess-hall to find out what was going on, and where everyone was.