We have now completely examined all of the village’s buildings. We indeed are all alone.
We have packed all that we deem useful, leaving much that is too bulky or unwieldy.
I proposed that we spend one more night before taking to the trail again. My proposal was agreed to.
The wind kicked up as the sun went down. It felt good to be indoors. And with a fire in a fireplace.
We turned in after supper, but kept to the floor. Lyle can’t sleep on anything else, and I don’t want to get used to not roughing it.
We decided to suspend our times on watch. Not a good decision as it turns out. For the night went bump.
