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. According to a map at the airiock
in Lucky Dragon Pressure we had started out from north latitude thirty-two
degrees and twenty-seven minutes by longitude six degrees fifty-six east, and
were headed for fourteen degrees eleven minutes east by seventeen degrees
thirty-two minutes north, a spot near Menelaus. That gave us a course generally
south-about twenty-five degrees east of south, as close as I could read that
map-and a destination some 550 kilometers away. No wonder our ETA read three
o'clock tomorrow mom-ing!
There was no road. Aunt Lilybet did not seem to have a tracker, or anything
in the way of navigating instruments but an odometer and a speedometer. She
seemed to be piloting the way river pilots of old were reputed to find their
way, just by knowing the route. Perhaps so-but during the first hour I noticed
something: There were range targets for the whole route. As we reached one,
there would be another, out at the horizon.
I had not noticed any such guides yesterday and I don't think there were
any; I think Gretchen really did pilot Mark Twain style. In fact I think Aunt
Lilybet did also-I noticed that she often did not come close to a range marker
as she passed it. Those blazes had probably been set up for occasional drivers
or for relief drivers for the Hear Me.
I started trying to spot each one, making a game of it: If I missed one, it
scored against me
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