All the weapons he could see were shorter, stabbing blades, though each and every person John could observe had a small-handled shovel of some kind at...ached to either a back or belt. This was no ‘Lord of the Rings’ army, but two groups of highly skilled warrior-engineers (miners).The motley group consisted of a central figure wearing gold and black, linen and leather armored robes, with his hood thrown back. He was very dark skinned, like an African back on Earth, with a shock of long, white. Now that the work on the caravan was finally finished, dad insisted we had to try it out by going on a voyage across the country. Knowing how much work my father had put into the restoration, it was impossible for us to say no. So, when the schools were out for summer, we were told to pack our stuff and get ready for our trip.After a full day of preparing and packing all the things we had to take with us, we finally took to the road. For the next three weeks we would be touring the country and. The show was some kind of reality competition show. The contestants were making metal art pieces. Welding or forging statuary was the theme of the show.During one of the commercials John asked, “So, dad said he wasn’t sure that you were going to have water and electricity in your tiny house?”“I don’t think I will. It really isn’t a house. It’s more of a shack,” I said with a laugh.“Where are you going to get drinking water?” Gabby asked.“Probably buy it. Who knows I might steal it from you. The duties of school and career beckoned vacationers back to work. Somer sat across from Stephanie at the wooden table. They picked their way through the last of this summer’s picnics: hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken, macaroni and potato salads, watermelon, beer and wine. They had spent the day in lawn games and other light festivities. ‘So, Somer, where are you off to after this?’ ‘I have to return to the manufacturing facility that my family owns. We make car parts. What will you do?’ ‘I have.