From the apex of the Gastineau Channel Bridge, I can see where we started this walk in Treadwell and Chicken Ridge, where we will end. Aki, who showed nonchalance during the walk from Douglas town along a busy highway, wants off this bridge. She hugs the concrete divider that separates pedestrians from vehicle traffic because it is as far as she can get from the bridge edge. She must share my discomfort at walking along the edge of empty space.

Low clouds and fog diminish the view. They may burn off like yesterday. I want to stop here on the high point of the bridge and wait for the sun to power through but Aki needs to push on so we do—off the bridge, through the almost vacant flats, then up the steep angles of Goldbelt to home.