Day Ninety #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This time around Lyle caught a number of fish before turning in last night. He added them to our larder, increasing the weight we are packing. But gladly, with the knowledge that it will get lighter.

Stan borrowed the binoculars to check out the trail on the other side of the lake. He gave a good report. The way is clear though he added that it will take longer.

Soon all was prepared and we set out.

This way has a lot of ups and downs quite different in that respect to the one we came in on. At whatever level we were always in sight of the water.

Come night, Stan settled us in a cave near a rise.


Day Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Unseasonably warm today. It felt good to these old bones. Lyle welcomed the change also. Neither of us wanted to budge from camp all morning long.

Lyle finally went fishing. I decided to put my drone up and take a look around.

Both of us came away empty-handed. He wanted to keep at it until he caught a fish.  But I countered with the fact that we appear to be further away than we intended. None of the villages that we wanted to check were in view.

This alarmed Lyle. Then I alarmed him more when I added that we will have to return the way we came as the drone showed no other egress.

We shall leave tomorrow.