"I'm... not sure," came her honest answer. "I've never been this far along the pilgrimage road until now," she looked down at that, studying the small crevice in the rock formation. Father... did you have these feelings, too?

"But," she looked back, putting on her best brave face again, "there's only one way to find out, right?" and on she trudged, having committed the small, forgotten camp, to memory.