Day Nine Hundred Sixty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Jezer had guessed right. Indeed, there were checkpoints where hitherto there had been none. But they were easily spotted and the terrain was such that we had no trouble screening our passage around them.

Reuben took the extra precaution of sending scouts forward to locate any lone sentinels positioned as lookouts. Thankfully there were none.

All these extra exertions were very taxing and slowed our progress as half the time we were headed away from our goal. This frustration we took in stride and made us the more thankful for Jezer’s thoughtfulness in supplying each of us with a water skin.

As we went along Elijah and I discussed with Reuben the things he should know about our mutual future.

Day Four Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

No stream today. No rain. No breeze. No shade anywhere. The very ground beneath our feet radiated heat. I felt we were marching our way to the sun.

So providential to have a full water skin.

Elijah and I discussed walking by night instead, but first we would need to find a place to stay out of the glare.

We took turns pouring water over ourselves, to benefit from some coolness by its evaporation.

At long last the shadows lengthened and we came upon a place suitable enough in which to weather tomorrow’s furnace.

We’d hardly exchanged any conversation all day. We rested and talked. And decided it best to press on, not wanting to lose a night’s march.