Route 115
You're starting to regret your bike trip. Sure, it was fun, but it was tiring, and took all your morning. As a result, you're now making your way through a thick march, past sunset, doing your best to stay on the road.
You pass a short bridge, hearing water splash below you. You feel a small push, drawing your attention to a glow off the side of the road. The smell of roasting nuts reaches you as you try to see what's out there.