Day Twenty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle is torn. He would go with me if not for his concern for his pigeons. I counter with the observation that I see them getting along just fine without him. Not to be unkind of course, but just point it out.

Besides, I add that he should consider Him who clothes the flowers of the field. And get a proper estimation of his real place in the scheme of things.

We make a short foray beyond the warning signs to retrieve the foodstuffs that I had stashed and look for others.

About the time we turned back, I sensed in him the desire to continue on outward. I mentioned this, back under the bridge. He says it’s true, but…


Day Eighteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

This morning I took a closer look at the area surrounding the bridge. From a distance of course. It seems there are even more toxic warning signs than I saw yesterday, especially in the vicinity of the bridge proper.

I was at the point of departing, when a figure appeared from somewhere under the bridge. It was a human, and put up another toxic warning sign. I waved to him (for indeed it was  a man), but he first pretended not to see me, then frantically sought to wave me away.

I decided that the warning signs were bogus and he later admitted it when I went down there after him. He’s got pigeons, but won’t discuss anything until tomorrow.

Day Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Stayed on the outer side of the river for my route to the third bridge. I could see it from the bridge I was on last night, almost out of sight around the bend. It has no superstructure, so should be easier to search.

About the time that both its ends came into view, I had to detour. The way was blocked and toxic warnings were posted. All might be clear, but I was not going to take the chance they were not.

The detour proved fruitful, yielding more foodstuffs. I’ll pick up more on the way back.

Rounded onto the street that leads to the bridge and was greeted by more toxic warnings. Stymied, will camp out and decide.