Two hours after dawn you are approaching the rivers edge, where there is a dock with a small barge moored to it. The day is sunny but quite cool for this time of year.
Near the dock is a farmhouse.
On the porch of the house sits an old man in a rocking chair.
"What d'ye want?" he snaps at you. "To get across the river? It'll cost ye 1 gold piece...an' not a copper less!"
Another, much younger man comes out of the house, and walks over to you.
"I can ferry ye across," he says to you.
"Make sure they pay you!" calls the old man...his father, you guess. "A gold piece...an' not a copper less!"
You pay him, and he ferries you, your horses and McTavish's wagon across the Canabar River.
A trail leads off into the forest eastwards. Off in the distance you can see a range of hills. The most distant hill is the largest.
McTavish guides you down the trail eastwards.
Another quiet day follows. You do not make nearly as good a time on the trail as you did on the road, but by evening you are directly south of the first of the hills.
The night passes uneventfully.