We sat, waiting, Pinto, Tippy, and myself. Joachim had went off, up the cliff, citing some sort of mysterious spring. We hadn’t seen water for days, and everything else in the way of provisions was beginning to look like a thing of the past or future, something we missed or desired.
It’s hard to tell what got into Joachim’s head to make him think such a fantasy, but there was no convincing him o...