“Yeah, I already found it,” Hana groaned, snagged on the talons of a horrid, spindly plant.
They crossed the water at its narrowest point, jumping over it and clinging to stalks of grass on the other side of the gully. Maihi sprang like a deer and Hana followed like a hippo in a ballet outfit. Maihi pointed to the bubbling stream as it coursed over rocks. “This fills your second water tank,” she said. “It runs off the mountain.”
“Logan installed a water filter,” Hana replied and Maihi gave her a look of surprise.
“But it’s fresh,” she answered. Hana watched fallen leaves and a chocolate wrapper float past and nodded, deciding not to argue.
A wooden post and rail fence with a stile indicated the first sign of civilisation. It came after a gruelling upward climb and Hana panted at the to
