Day Four Hundred Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was a late riser this morning. Elijah, having the last watch, let me sleep in to recover from yesterday. So when preparations were complete, we got off to a good, though late start.

Even so we came out of the wilderness well before midday, which was ahead of our expectations. But the view that greeted us was completely surprising. An extensive and empty salt flat.

That it was empty was most unnerving. I had expected to see multitudes awash in this interior expanse. All of the evidence we had passed on our route called for that conclusion.

Elijah took in the scene and was pragmatic. All it meant he shrugged was that we still have a ways to go.

Day Three Hundred Eighty Seven evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

I had expected the children to be stirring well before the adults, but the mountain at our back has kept us in its shadow, lengthening the night.

With our late start, our walk which began under the heat of the sun, ended long after it had gone down. Elijah and the Purser ran out to greet us. The children love their papa.