You stumble your way up the hill and out of the shade and into the warm sunlight of an open field. The grass gets taller out here, but the trees thin considerably. By now, the fog and chill of the early morning air has cleared, and the birds are still plenty at play, singing and fluttering between branches.
From here, the path splits again: going back down the hill on the opposite side leads to Apricot Bay's long stretches of beach and rock formations way out into the surf, and you smell fresh fruit up the hill where the trees grow in number again.