Three of Elijah’s six disciples have left us. They continued on after we halted at daylight. They felt keenly the need to do so. Elijah did not stop, nor even try to dissuade them. Instead he gave each his blessing.
I watched them as they disappeared from sight, and silently prayed for their safe passage.
As of the time we set out this evening, agreement has still eluded us. But thankfully contention has not raised its ugly head.
And a good thing for it was a challenge dodging the patrolling drones even with seven pairs of eyes on the alert.
After a couple of close encounters I could not but help think of our departed comrades and how they fared.