Day Seventy Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Back on track. After a night of rest and careful packing (we’ve made some hard decisions as to what to take and what to leave behind), we’ve pointed our noses towards the summit again. We intend to go over the top, unless unforeseen circumstances force us to go around.

At least we’ve come to one mutual decision. The last few days have been filled up with situations that called for solo decisions, so we had forsaken our practice of conferring one with the other before jumping.

We stay on the path that shadows the gorge that once stood between us and our goal. I think it prettier from this side. It grows cooler the higher we go. The birds shiver.

Day Seventy One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There had been no messages the rest of the day. Lyle thinks we have passed whatever territory the presence was warding us away from.

We spent another calm night in the open. And today made good headway towards our destination.

In fact, we could see the mountain peak quite clearly. This set me wondering were we to stop just this short of the tree line or go up to the summit.

Lyle spoke right up and declared we just need to get onto the other side, whether that was over the top or around one side or other, it didn’t matter.

With that sentiment I am content. But I confess I long to see the view from the very top.