Jack stopped abruptly. “What’s the matter?” Jocelyn asked. She plopped down onto a fallen tree and took a large swig from her water bottle, then soaked her bandana before replacing it around her neck. Grateful for the break, she relaxed and looked up at her companion. He was standing exactly where he’d stopped, a look of serious concern on his face. “We took a wrong turn,” he replied. Extending his fist at arm’s length, he did his navigation thing and nodded to himself. “Yep, we’re too far south. Darn it! I should have been paying closer attention. We should have veered to the west over an hour ago. If we want to cross the river at the head of the lake, we have to turn back.” She looked around and sighed. “I think you’re right. This terrain is strange. We certainly didn’t come through here yesterday.” She looked at him and sensed bitter disappointment. “Hey, it’s not your fault. I should have been more attentive as well.”
