Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

a smaller lake. not the one called rodney by the caldera dwellers. there was a thick forest to one direction, a river flowing beyond to cross their path. the waters seemed swift-moving. the gouge along his forearm throbbed with unsurety.

"yes." in his mind, the land curved back toward the first lake they had left behind. 

he had not enjoyed the quietude between them. the scent of rich earth filled his nostrils the longer they waited in sight of the river.