"Where are we going?"
"To find a hole."
The car stalled and I had to get out and push with the Stick.
"Why can't we just go like cars are supposed to?"
"Because there ain't no sun, and there ain't no wind."
Above, a gray haze cloaked the sky. The air was cold, and from valley to hilltop, the horizon was a blanket of snow. The highway sliced through it like a black ribbon.
"Why don't the snow stick to the road?"
"Radiation."
"Ain't that bad for us?"
"Spent fuel's gotta go somewhere. And we gotta keep moving."
I heard about these holes we're lookin for. The bears make them to catch seals. They're supposed to be good fishing. If you don't get beared.
"You ever seen a bear, dad?"
"Yeah, and now I'm talking to a baby bear."