Off to the powwow the girl and the dad go.  Away from screaming sirens and honking horns.  Away from crowded buildings that scrape the city sky.  Down past Dover Air Force Base, where jets roar over the camper like giant claps of thunder.  Suddenly the girl and the dad are in the country.  Fields stretch flat and green as far as the girl can see.  "Live crabs -- hard and soft," roadside signs cry out.  "We're almost there," says Dad.  The dad rolls down the window to breathe in bayside air.