I awoke this morning in a bit of pain. I suspect a rib is either cracked or broken. That camel packs one heck of a kick. My ribs are wrapped and we are back on the trail.
That mountain is getting really big on the horizon, but my eyes at the moment are on the people I can see camped ahead. I can tell they are calling to us, but the words are still indistinct from the distance. Several are waving at us in welcome. I will keep a safe pace as we don't need any injuries now.
Looking up at the mountain, I see several goats moving down towards the base. Those must be my guides to the top. I must remember to ask about the sack of dust. I hear it clears your vision if thrown into a sandstorm. We have been lucky and have not run into one of the sandstorms.
I looked back earlier and I can't even see the end of the caravan. I swear it has grown every day. I can see Izzy back there. She has been so much help and a great traveling companion on this journey.I really hope the trip has been pleasant for here without too much hardship.
It is beginning to get dark, so I think we will camp for the night. I go to bed tonight ending my 119th day on the trail.
One step, and then another, gets you to where you want to be.
Hugs and lone to all.
Larry the Caravan Master
