Last night we camped at the edge of the rock field. We are traveling through open land now. The farther we get from the sand and rock, the taller and greener the plants get. We can clearly see the encampment and those waiting for us. They look our way occasionally and wave us on.
Looking up towards the mountain, I can see some goats moving down. They are getting close to the base of the mountain. I see several trails leading towards the top. I have been told I must climb the mountain and seek out the old goat up there. He holds the wisdom I will need to return for another caravan to bring back over here. I have been told he has a bag of Moses Dust to part the sandstorm so we may pass safely.
I have heard talk that I am crazy to want to return across the desert to lead another caravan. I can only say that I have mapped trails around several pitfalls on the trail and feel It is my destiny to bring the caravans safely to this place. If that is crazy, so be it!
I think we should reach the tents of those waiting for us either tonight or sometime tomorrow. There is an empty corral to pen up the animals from this caravan so they may recover from the journey.
I just checked the stick I have been marking days on and see I have been traveling for 122 days. It doesn't feel like it has been that long. We have covered so many miles and been through so many close calls, I am glad we are close to being out of this arid place.
One step, and then another, gets you to where you want to be.
Hugs and love to all traveling this trail.
Larry the Caravan Master
