Chapter 3Everyone was up and moving Monday morning even before the sun crept over the horizon. They ate breakfast and then, untying the boat from its mooring, they took off.
“I thought we were going to the mouth of the stream,” Bart said when Tyler turned the boat north instead of south.
“We are. I figured as long as we’re moving again we might as well look for any other streams running from the mountains to the ocean. According to the map, there should be a couple more, but it’s old, so who knows if they’re still there.”
“I don’t think they dry up, but I’m no expert,” Bart replied.
Tyler chuckled. “None of us are, which is why we have to find out. If they’re still around, maybe they’ll give us another easy access to what’s in the mountains.”
“Define easy,” Pete said, obviously rememb
