"You'd have to get to the North Pole," she replies unhelpfully.
"Which we can figure out by estimating our latitude." Martha holds up a fist just underneath the North Star and her other fist below the first. She walks her fists down to the horizon and gives him a number. "It's only a rough estimate though. I don't have a sextant with me."
Grr... just found out Martha would have called it The Plough... not Big Dipper
"Which we can figure out by estimating our latitude." Martha holds up a fist just underneath the North Star and her other fist below the first. She walks her fists down to the horizon and gives him a number. "It's only a rough estimate though. I don't have a sextant with me."