Day Seventy Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

A restless night. Seems I was awake every hour on the hour. And actually got up a couple times, having thought I heard Enough just outside.

It was all my imagination. Each time.

Both Rufus and Clarissa greeted the new day like it were any other. No apparent concern on their part. But not so for me.

The sun shines bright and cheery, another factor that jars my feelings.

I can no longer wait. Enough should have returned by now.

I must begin looking towards the village across the river. It seems the most obvious place.

I will cross the bridge and send up both drones.

Day Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle was no where in sight when I awoke this morning. He had the last watch. All was peaceful at the hand over, no hint of any problem. So I had no immediate reaction, thinking that he was simply out of sight by necessity. And not far off.

I went for a quick walk about. Still no Lyle, but all peaceful.

That is, until I went back into our tent. Rufus and Clarissa were raising an unholy ruckus.

They calmed the minute they saw me.

I then noticed that both drones were gone from their places. I was thinking that he wanted to check out the village but needed to cross the bridge and get closer. I decided to follow.

Day Sixty Five #DayoftheEndoftheWorld

An alarm went off upon entering the public auditorium.

Rufus and Clarissa followed suit. Lyle was able to calm them and I located the alarm and shut it off.

Then we waited to see if anyone would respond to it. After ten minutes when no one came to see who had tripped the alarm, Lyle and I began to debate whether or not it was a warning to us to avoid the  area; or an alert to them that they may avoid us.

I opt for the latter scenario, but Lyle is almost equally sure of the first.

The hall and its environs are well appointed, and will likely give up many a treasure to us and our persistence. Later.

Day Sixty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I confess an uneasiness throughout the day. It was a very narrow path, I mean like walking a tight rope in places. No view has any depth but that which is ahead or behind. To our sides are nothing but trees. And that is the source of my uneasiness for I felt as if our every step was under surveillance from that quarter.

The birds were markedly quiet also, a fact that bothered Lyle even more.

That all changed after the trail took a climbing switchback, crossed a stream, and rose above the tree line. The weight of oppression fell off all of us at the same instant. And the sing song between Rufus and Clarissa continued loud and clear.

Day Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The path that Lyle settled upon took us over two hills and then arrived beside a lake a little past lunch time. We were in good spirits, confident that we were finally on the right path. And we saw trout jumping in and out of the water.  So out came the nets and some fishing line.

We had fish for supper and Lyle prepared them making them tastier with help from the hazelnuts. We gave Rufus and Clarissa each a morsel. I believe that Clarissa by her actions was actually begging for another just after finishing hers. Lyle agreed with that assessment and ripped off another piece to feed her. He added another one for Rufus, but he didn’t care.

Day Fifty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our way was blocked today. I’m afraid there is no going further by this route. This time it was not the drones that alerted us, but rather a sweep by Rufus and Clarissa.

We’ve decided to pitch camp and explore our options before retracing our steps. Besides I saw Clarissa trying to crack a hazelnut that she had found.  Upon further examination of the location I discovered dozens of heavily laden hazelnut trees. We’re at least getting something out of our dead end.

We’re not being watched, nor are we being followed, so we have no anxiety on either count. Neither of us want to have a misstep and disappoint the one who is calling us. We are human though.

Day Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were awakened by a crash of thunder before daylight. Thankfully it gave us time to stay dry as it preceded the rain by a considerable amount. We made certain that our tents were properly staked and supported. The thought of going out after it passed was discouraging. Alright, depressing.

Rufus and Clarissa couldn’t be happier. Their tweeting became so loud it was hard to hear yourself think.

And we needed to think. Therefore, we decided to stay put today and to talk things through.

Lyle and I went over our plans with a fine tooth comb. Just to make sure we were parting things in the right direction. We’ve just one disagreement, which we don’t have to decide yet.

Day Fifty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We cleared the first foothill yesterday, but didn’t get much farther than that. The city for the most part is blocked from sight, only the tallest buildings poke their heads up enough to be seen.

There was another reason for our lack of headway. Lyle shared an account of his adventures with me. They were pretty hair-raising. I’ll suggest to him that he share his journal too.

But I will relate that he had a run in with that woman he feared. She had him cornered at one point, and fortunately as it turns out, placed him right in the midst of what he went to find – all that rope.

And it directly led to the recovery of Rufus.

Day Fifty Two PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This morning I packed half of what we’ve collected, and sent up the drone for one last look-see. I was bringing it back in after negative results, when it was met by Lyle’s “bird” coming in from the opposite direction. So our first sight of one another after so long was through our electronic eyes.

Fifteen minutes later Lyle arrived in our camp.

And he had his friend Rufus with him. He has been successful in finding climbing gear. He certainly brought back more than we need. He had to go quite deep back into the city to find the gear. On the way back he found Rufus, who was ready to follow him this time. Onward and upward.

Day Fifty Two AM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I am reasonably certain that Enough is no longer on this side of the wall.  I have found the point at which we parted company and the drone has been both directions from that point, and not a sign of Enough anywhere.

Time we cross over and begin our search there.

Rufus seems excited at the prospect.

Have them in sight!