Lion Head Mesa and if you could still see the moon

No way! It's beautiful. <3

Ira’s eyes flickered back and forth rapidly, as though speed would allow him to take in the full sight of the watery reach. But it was impossible. For as far as he could see from left to right, that water churned gray and white in the distance. The sky was a mixture of clouds and sunspots, and where there were no clouds, there was a brilliant sparkle over the waters. He could not guestimate how many days journey it was from them, but it wasn’t close. That alone spoke to the size of it. Wider than any river or lake he’d ever seen, it was impossible to see if it had any edges other than the one facing them. His son’s voice earned an ear twitch from him, but he was unable to turn his eyes away.
 
A grin spread over his muzzle, and he nodded his head, though quite sure Braenar would also not turn to look at him. "My sentiments exactly," he concurred. "Think on the constellation Capricorn,” he suggested. "The legend says the goat comes from the sea, a salt water far larger and vast than the waterways we have ever known. Instead of cutting through the land like a river does, it is bigger than land itself."

He stared, quietly, for some time. Then spoke, "Your grandmother was a Capricorn. And she said, like the sea-goat, the Astorias were born from the surf far, far away." He now turned to look at his son: tired, thirsty, worn – Ira’s pride toward him surged. Despite all of these things wearing him down, the sense of adventure and dedication was still cultivated within him and shining through. The spirit of their family – and indeed, of Braenar’s mother – lived on through him, and Ira knew now that it would have been wholly a mistake not to include him on this quest. What do you think, have we found the sea? Have we found our origins? His eyes seemed to ask, but he felt no need to voice the questions – fully confident that his son would arrive at the same quandaries.