Aaron checked his compass when Maggie stopped for a drink. The needle pointed southeast, a steady direction for the past hour and, from the look of the mountain ridge where they’d been walking, it seemed unlikely to change. Ahead, a vast, unchecked wilderness stretched out before them. He was just factoring out the time they’d been away from the car when Maggie clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Put that thing away.”
“Sorry,” Aaron said. “I just don’t want to get lost.”
Maggie smiled out at the endless horizon. “Lost? That’s the whole point.”