A semi-day of rest (need to catch up on those). Observe the intruder back on its normal patterns and with a lesser frequency. Puzzling. Neither of us had seen the like before.
We decide to decamp from here tomorrow if the pattern remains the same. We have all we need from here, and Lyle is becoming anxious to be underway.
Our eyes turn to the mountains trying to discern what we will run into there. Yesterday there were clouds, today they are gone.
Rufus sits in his cage unruffled. He seems to sense a change in the air. He also keeps the mountains in view, favoring that side over all the others. A change of viewpoint will be welcome.
