Day Thirty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another unexpected encounter this morning. I had made the first leg and was about to stay put to allow Lyle to take his turn, when an intruder dropped in. I discovered another thing about it – it only has one camera and that was pointed away from me.

So, I had ample time to scurry to cover. I can only suppose that since we have not been out in this quadrant before, that this must be another terminus in its routine pattern. I breathed a sigh of relief when it turned back and retraced its path whence it came.

Lyle and I debated at day’s end and we’re reasonably confident that we will soon be beyond its reach.

So we hope.

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Day Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

     This day has been a day of rest. Forced by circumstances. I was too used up to make my way down and on to the next viewpoint.

     A good thing. For a number of reasons, but most importantly – if I had not, I would have missed a sighting of the bridge. It lay in a quadrant that hitherto was shrouded in clouds whenever I scanned the horizon in that direction. I had felt surely that such a huge landmark would tower above any low lying cloud, and consequently overlooked it.

     I can scrap my original plan for tomorrow.

     I know now where to point my feet. And may I in future commit myself to rest. Not just when forced to.