Lots of bushy scrub in the area we passed through over night. Much easier to avoid mishaps when the moon was up. Or so the Captain learned. He was tripped up twice.
I did see lights in the sky that were not stars, flitting from one side of the sky to the other. More of those machines that Elijah says are looking for us. And per Tomas, guided from within by men.
I sense the hand of Stan at work. Perhaps not directing each individual action, but setting the pattern as they perform his bidding.
We called it an early night and went into camp before the sun cleared the horizon.
Elijah stood vigil while we ate, then turned in.