Day Eight Hundred Forty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

More barking. And not just one or two. The thought that a pack may be trying to work up the courage to attack caused us to greet the morning with thankfulness.

We stood down in a valley between two ranges of dunes. We were pleased to see that our hill had gained in stature, in great part due by comparison, I am sure, to our position within this sort of valley.

Elijah pointed down its length and said, “Tomorrow we shall turn the corner.”

On my watch I resolved to rein in my excitement at the new step ahead of us. I knew if I were to fail, it would only eat away at me and sleep would be impossible.

Day One Hundred Fifty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

All the “I”s are dotted and “T”s crossed on the paperwork for Kip. Lyle remained behind to accompany him.

I left early from the second district to make a run out to the fields and vineyards to look for Grazie.

Only a few people were at work in the western fields, while ours were a beehive of activity.

I took my time and scanned each individual. I waved at a likely candidate and was rewarded by a salute in return.

Grazie was overwhelmed with thankfulness to encounter me. This marked her last day in the vineyards. At her request she accompanied me to our encampment.

Lyle arrived alone. Kip was refused exit due to a protest from Moglen.