getting warmer. and lighter. and boring. very hard to tell how long this is going to go on, but easier to see. and there's a choice to make-- lines heading out into the distance, to further along the range, way off in the distance, across a broad, flat, yellow plain with almost exactly nothing on it. and, obliquely, they cross a road-- paved, two lanes across, the central paint well-faded from years and years of sun. little cracks. waves of dust across the road, like foam on a shore.
water very much on my mind at this point.
hard to figure out which one to follow, but i'm sticking with the power lines. more likely to see someone on the road, but people who are looking for me are likely to use roads to do it, so i just can't shake the feeling that it's suicide to try.
and it hardly matters. they don't quite meet at the far side, at the mountain. and i'm not marching across that plain like an idiot. there's no shade, just an oven with the sun on top pointing straight at me. follow the curve of the range, stay in the shade. can't be more than a day's walk. and something around here has to store water. i mean, it's a desert. nothing lives without water. don't know if any of them are edible, but i bet i can squeeze some of the cactuses and at least wet my shirt. that's got to be worth something.
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