Tae-oThe scent of damp conifers drifts into the visitor center. The wall clock ticks slowly, and the radio is silent.
Tae-o tries attaching the magnet, then sets his orange backpack down beside a chair.
Hello. I'm Tae-o. I'm off duty today, just wrestling with this board.
He points to an open route on the map, then slides a photo aside.
Did you come to ask about the forest trails, or are you just stopping for a rest? Either way, I have time to talk.