"Where, Claude?"
"Out there.... See? Way out. Beyond those lakes!"
"Oh, Claude. How can you be sure?"
"I remember it from the maps—and the pictures.... Our land is just twenty-eight miles from this landing strip, and you cross three ridges of hills to get to it.... See? One ... two ... three!"
"Is that where we're going to live, Pop?"
"Yes, Son. That's where we're going to live. And there isn't a better piece of land anywhere.... I know!"
At the gentle urging of the attendant, they moved off the ramp and melted into the group of passengers drifting toward the ranch-type building at the edge of the area. A sign over the building said: RECEPTION CENTER, and a man was standing in front of it. The man wasn't old by Earth standards, but leathery skin, and steel-grey patches of hair around his temples made him look very ancient alongside the composite youth of the newly-arrived settlers.