Day Two Hundred Eight Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Struck out before sunset to reconnoiter from the top of the dune. Saw two desirable destinations, what may be oases.

Chose the one that appeared closer.

Kept a slow but steady pace throughout the night.

Got up past midday to check my course. Satisfied.

Difficult to get back to sleep.

Wrote out this.

Day Two Hundred Seven Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Slept past the time I meant to start out. Consequently I reached the desert’s edge but no farther.

Looking at this high dune in the burgeoning sunlight fills me with dread. There will be no path now. Pray for some direction.

Searched for and found some pebbles. Will suck on them to combat thirst.

Day Two Hundred Seven Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

From the top of the first dune, I saw the distant point at which I am aiming. A patch of green standing out against all this sand.

I could not see it from every ridge, but often enough to keep my heading.

Now for a time of rest under the tent of my garment.

Day Two Hundred Six Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

There it is before me. The desert. Though I can’t see beyond the first dune, I know it’s vastness awaits beyond.

I wonder how my friend Enough is faring. Has he reached the desert? Is he bearing up under the hunger?

I feel as though I have been sleep walking these last three days. It all seems unreal.