After Queen Isolde's approval, the expedition set off. The weather was beautiful, and the summer sun shone fully through the trees.
It felt like a little trip, without a cloud in the sky.
After a few hours upstream, what had originally been just a small river began to resemble more of a brook.
And the brook also slowly became narrower and shallower, causing the small rowboats to occasionally get stuck.
As a result, the progress of other boats was hindered.
And it wasn't long before sailing was no longer possible.
Instructions were given to get out of the boats.
To look for a safe and good shelter for the boats.
And then to drag them onto the shore and somewhat camouflage them. Not that there were enemies or large predators in the forest, but rather out of habit.