Standing on a mountain side, leaning with a 40 pound pack against a tree, looking down at the miles we have traveled today. It's my turn to ask, my turn to get the answer. "How far to the top?" Without looking at a map, the adult says, "About a quarter of a mile." The same as the last time. We know it's further, and he knows we don't believe him. But no one says anything, we just continue up, half-heartedly trying to believe we were almost at the top.