Day Two Hundred Four Midday #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

With each passing day it is getting warmer and warmer. Soon I shall travel only at night.

How far I am going I have no idea. I do know that I have not yet arrived at my destination.

Sensing the onset of noon I looked towards the sun to judge the hour. A fireball streaked overhead. I whipped my neck to follow it. It exploded on the city

Moments later came the sound of its impact.

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Day Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A momentous day. And not just because we made excellent progress.

We made it to the top of of the pass, and that shortly after noon. To celebrate we set up camp early. Only to have a young bearded man charge through, upsetting everything and struggling against our attempts to calm his panic.

Lyle says he came from the direction we’re headed.

After he finally surrendered to us, he only sat there, apprehension on his face. At last he realized we meant him no harm and settled down. Then he tried to convince us to follow him by telling us he had been fleeing from a bear.

We stayed put. On closer questioning Lyle learned he believes likes we do.