Day Six Hundred Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tracks continued to precede us on the trail. Another set joined the first at the juncture of the path with a mountain stream. This second set came up from below.

We slowed our pace by tacit agreement. I believe none of us wanted an encounter up here in the mountains.

We all felt relief on that score when the path forked and the pair of tracks took the upward bound route. We will stay the course and keep in view of the pass below.

We are left curious though. Tomas told us that the upward branch was marked with signs of warnings about radiation – like those in the hills up from the town on the plain.

Elijah alone remains unconcerned.

Day Eighty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We arrived at one of the most beautiful spots today. Stan led us off the main path, following a mountain stream to a secluded dell, marked off from the surrounding forest by towering canyon walls.

At the last, the stream fed into a vast lake reflecting the bluest sky and the enclosing cliffs.

He pointed out a clearing on a bank above the lower end of the lake as the best place to set up our camp.

Hiking the perimeter to that clearing was an up and down affair, and at times our goal vanished from sight.

At long last we attained it, our guide warning us off of several dead ends.

Though it was yet early, we set camp.