I got us out of there as fast as we could go. Which meant climbing down from the rock shelf and feeling our way around its base until we sensed a level path beneath our feet.
At that point the snowfall slowed and soon turned to mist. We kept going. Through the rest of the day and through the night.
Elijah called a halt in a valley created by towering rock formations. They appeared to stretch onwards forever, corralling the slow moving sea of sand within the boundaries dictated by their will.
We looked back from whence we came. The sky was empty, holding the promise only of another hot day.
That’s when Elijah asked if I had any confirmation.