Tomas has taken up his wanderlust again, traveling in advance of us, sampling the paths that branch off of this main one. None have been judged better than the one we are on.
Elijah has ended his fast so he kept up with our brisk pace.
Tomas did beg us to join him up on a vantage point, a short distance off the beaten track.
It offered a full view of an hundred eighty degree arc of the mountain ranges west of us. They look for all the world like waves frozen in place on its march to the sands of the desert off in the distance.
But more importantly we could see that our path veers towards the west.