Day One Hundred Forty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

An eventful day. I doubt if I can write it all down. Hopefully I won’t forget or leave out any important details.

I have met Grazie, the woman who waved to me from the western fields. Lyle was not with me, as he had wished. It happened on my inspection of the gateways into the west end. All were still shut, except for the one into the deserted first district.  Decorations were spread everywhere. It made no sense. I was at the point of leaving when she materialized at my side. She had not expected seeing me either. Of all she shared the most riveting was her warning – not to submit to her leaders.

And that the gates reopen tomorrow.

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Day Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A momentous day. And not just because we made excellent progress.

We made it to the top of of the pass, and that shortly after noon. To celebrate we set up camp early. Only to have a young bearded man charge through, upsetting everything and struggling against our attempts to calm his panic.

Lyle says he came from the direction we’re headed.

After he finally surrendered to us, he only sat there, apprehension on his face. At last he realized we meant him no harm and settled down. Then he tried to convince us to follow him by telling us he had been fleeing from a bear.

We stayed put. On closer questioning Lyle learned he believes likes we do.