Sequoia Coast reform this year

Coco had never travelled this far in her life. Her feet ached, her back ached, her face ached. Why? It didn't make any sense! Was there something wrong with the air? It was stickier somehow, and carried the unctuous smell of rot - nothing like the cool, crisp, pine-scented air of home. It had started its assault on her nose long before their arrival into the Teekon Wilds, and she'd just about had enough.

"Why does everything smell like fart and poop?" she whined when he touched her, flopping onto the cooling sand.