The "All Meats" Trail

I started out on the golf course on Wilmington Island, and I was looking for Natalie (from Papa John's) and Anita (a friend of Natalie's). I found them off in some open space to the side of the actual golf course and I talked to them for a moment.

Then after a little bit, the next thing I knew I was out on the course again, looking for them again. I came across another space like what they had been in the first time, but they weren't there. There was some family there having some sort of picnic, and they were just cleaning up from eating. I think I talked to them for a second, and then I saw this trail leading off into the woods and up a mountain. I started walking along it, and every so often I'd meet someone that was hanging around various points of it. At one point I came to a McDonald's or Burger King that was right in the middle of this trail. I walked around the building and kept going.

After another little bit I met up with this dark haired person, and even though I can sort of imagine what they looked like, I don't know if they were male or female. They then pointed me to a path the branched off of the one I was one, and so I followed that one instead.

After a little bit I came to another sort of clearing that looked a little bit like a camping area. Someone was to my right, but I'm not sure who. I was looking at how the trail I was on seemed to lead to the main part of the trails leading around the campground. The person beside me pointed to the trail that was off to the side. It was the one that I would've been on if the dark haired person hadn't pointed me onto this path, and they described it as the "all meats" trail.

The next thing I knew was that I was in some sort of mall, and I was in line at the McDonald's there. Someone was in line with me, and I think it may have been Theresa (from Kentucky). We were each ordering something to eat. I got a couple of things, but the only one I can remember for sure was the ice cream cone dipped in extra butterscotch.

I know that Theresa was in line ahead of me, and she was trying to pay with a check, but she kept going off and walking around trying to take care of some sort of business. I then was trying to pay for mine, and it was like the counter had risen several feet. It was just as tall as I was, and the money had to be slipped under some board or something on the edge of the counter. I finally got my stuff and walked off, but I'm not sure what happened with Theresa.