Clues rest at each location leading us on our path. Treasures buried deep within, here a candle to light our way and help us see the truth.
A corn labyrinth we must walk to find treasures untold. A piece of glass for each to hold each piece is clear and cold.
A star marks our journey, felted balls are shooting stars. Make a wish and keep on journeying your clan is almost home.
Brave and true, Will I be. Each kind word, Sets me free. Each good deed, makes me strong. I will fight, for the right. I will con-, quer the wrong!
Fire burns but also heats our tired and cold feet. Take a rest and take a breath, our journeys at a end.
Hidden in the woods at our campfire spot, shelters made of sticks and twigs.