Uncle Marvin put the sandwiches Tina had made into a small pack and handed it to her with a smile. "Oh, could you please look in the glove compartment for me, Butterfly? I think my compass is in there."

Sure enough, Tina found Uncle Marvin's compass in the glove compartment. It looked delicate and fragile, kind of like an old pocket watch.

However, instead of ticking off time gliding around the face of the instrument, the hands of the compass floated inside a little bubble like a miniature ship in a tiny bottle.

"What does the compass do?" she asked as she handed it to Uncle Marvin. She and Max hurried out of the car.

"It tells us which direction we're going, so we don't get lost. We don't want to lose our way and be late for supper tonight. Your Mom's baking a ham!" He flung his pack over his shoulders and began to study the compass dial.

"That's because she knows it's your favorite!" Tina chuckled. It always seemed like a holiday whenever Uncle Marvin came to visit. She pulled her own pack into place and realized her Uncle was walking toward the trail leading into the trees. "Where are you going?"

"Looks like it's going to be an uphill hike from here," was his reply. The clues say we should go this way until we find a big boulder."