Day Eight Hundred Twenty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

When we saw the way ahead was entering a vast, flat wasteland with fewer places to hide our presence, Elijah and I asked our guide to put even more distance between us and the road – in hopes of maintaining our ‘invisibility.’

But first we crossed the road to be on the side of our guideā€™s choosing. We had to wait for an opening which was a bit of an annoyance to Quasimo.

Finally we were successful and he soon had us on what I can only describe as a goat track. It severely challenged our agility.

But had its advantages – it dropped us down to the open expanse sooner and allowed us to swing further from observation from the road.

Day Seven Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

By the time we went into camp last night, the view of our surroundings was cut off by a thick fog. Or they may have been clouds, given our elevation.

This morning, whether it was clouds or fog, they had all dissipated under the gaze of the rising sun. And we could then see the lake winking at us far below.

The way ahead was more difficult, narrowing down to a mere track. Beside us water splashed down the rock bed of the ever present brook.

I looked ahead and could see Tomas stopped on a precipice. And guessed the destination our army companions.

Flashes of white behind Tomas drew my eye to a glacier on the next mountain peak.