I was the one who stumbled upon the right path this time. Tomas had just returned from an unsuccessful attempt to find a way down when I arrived with the good news.
After an hourlong descent we were on the level of the pass. Signs were everywhere of the army’s passage: abandoned and broken down equipment, strewn trash and spent fire pits. The area must have been used a multitude of times by different units of the army as it passed along.
After the briefest of rests, we took to the trail again. It was very easy going, our only impediment, having to walk around garbage dumps.
We hadn’t gotten far when the Captain noticed that we were being watched.