We have now reached the point we were two days ago. By the end of tomorrow we should be leaving the city behind. I find myself apprehensive, even though I am certain that it is the way we are supposed to go. Lyle is depressed, knowing that with each step the likelihood plummets that Rufus will rejoin us.
The building structures are becoming more numerous and larger again as we near the city limits. They are obscuring our view of the mountains. Living here one could become completely ignorant of their presence. It looks to have been a very wealthy neighborhood.
I’m looking forward to spending our last hours in the city in ease and comfort. Who knows what’s ahead.