Sure thing, buddy. Hit the ridge behind the old mill and you’ll find a little moss‑covered clearing where the wild thyme and moon‑shrooms pop up. There’s a secret trail that curls under the cedar boughs—just listen for the crunch of dry bark and you’ll know you’re on the right path. I’ll keep my eye on the terrain, but if you’re craving something bold, that spot’s got the best off‑grid spice kick. Just keep it low‑key, and we’ll make that cook‑off legendary.

Got it, pack those pans tight and bring that fire‑starter gear. I’ll scout the ridge, light a low blaze, and we’ll get that thyme to sing. Just remember: if the moon‑shrooms get too bold, I’ll cut the heat—no one wants a midnight mushroom blizzard. See you there, and get ready to taste something wild.