From the moment she stepped out into the cool, clean, mountain air, she was impossible to stop. She was like a tornado, sweeping the grounds- collecting scraps of food, handfuls of dirt, rocks and sticks as she passed through. The campsite was left littered with partially eaten food, chairs in disarry, empty bottles and piles of rocks. It was a rare moment to see her pause. Just a quick recharge and she was off again, running until the sun went down.