“Oh, you mean Gold? I think so. If it was you won’t see any more houses for a while,” Judy told her as the car began its long climb to a lonely plateau. “We’ll be on top of the world in a minute.”
“Oh, Judy! We are on top of the world,” exclaimed Holly. “Isn’t this a marvelous view?”
“It certainly is. Three big rivers flow in three directions from this plateau. That’s why it’s called the watershed.”
“I don’t see any water,” Holly observed. “There’s nothing but miles and miles of wooded hills, one after the other.”
“The rivers are off there somewhere. I can’t see them either, but I know this is the watershed. The sky shed water on us the last time we drove through here,” Judy remembered. “We thought we’d never make it to the Jewell place.”
“It’s beautiful today.” Holly was really enjoying the ride. She seemed to have forgotten her disappointment at not finding her typewriter. Now, as they crossed the watershed, she said she was looking forward to visiting the beaver dam.
“Do you think the Jewell sisters will go with us?” she asked.
“They may. If they don’t, I’m sure we can find it. They said it was down the old road that passes their house. The bridge is out, and the road isn’t used any more,” Judy added.
“Then how will we get across?”
“There’s a footbridge. Honey and I crossed on a plank that floated away as soon as we were on the other side. The river was high then.”