They filled their water supply and went on your way. The site was rougher, the rocks stakes sometimes as arrowheads from the ground. Thin streams of water trickeled between the heavy stones and boulders. The vegetation became scarcer. Mosbeslagen layers between the trees fallen trunks and stumps. Suddenly she smoking something, that they did not expect. A burning smell. Because a forest fire here was unlikely they ran on. The smell was stronger and at the time of the first sunlight through the clouds back poked, they discovered between two huge boulders a kind of cave whose roof was made from scrap wood."Would anyone live here?" asked Patrick.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
