“Okay. I’ve gotten far enough. Just let me pee and then we can be off.”

“Good,” said her dad, “we’ve got a good bit of ground to cover yet, and the sun is sinking towards the horizon.”

“The sun doesn’t even set.”

“We still need rest, even if the sun doesn’t.”

Mirka got up and put her pencil and sketchbook back in her pack before walking off a little ways. As ever out in the field, the cold wind encouraged being quick about things and she soon was back and settling herself on her mother’s lap.