“Oh – thank God!
“Ruthie, sit with Grandpa while I catch my breath.
“It’s my fault we got lost, Sweetheart. I used to know these trails, but I’m not young anymore. Now – they all look alike.
“Here – let me dry those tears.
“Look – your mother has saved us. See that stack of stones? I showed her how to do that and send a message. We’ve seen other stacks, but that one is hers and her message is clear.
“It’s that one colored stone in the middle, unlike the others. She’s telling us to take this trail to find home.”