Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

Encounters welcome. John and @Boris are traveling to the west end of Sequoia Coast. Bit of a time skip, set for three (3) days after our last thread. Early morning, just as the sun is rising.

At last! The coast! John’s senses were flooded with memories, good and poor both. The ocean breeze blowing his fur, the salt on the air, the sun lighting up the world, oh, how wonderful it was. It was here that his new life began, and he rejoiced for his and Boris’s safe arrival. “Here we are, Boris.” John announced, hope dancing in his voice.

Three days of tough travel had passed. The two had to navigate a flood land and then a ravine, and as doing so, John believed God had shown him the way. He kept a close eye on young Boris, being sure that the youth was well tended to. Once they’d crossed the ravine, they found themselves in a wide open field, littered with mounds. These made John wonder, perhaps they were graves from long ago, or nothing more than just natures’ mysterious wonders.


They would stay a night here, so he’d found a tree line, setting camp right at the front. No more than a simple place to lay down under the boughs of a great tree. He set his fur bag down at the base of the tree then laid down, offering Boris a spot next to him. They must rest from the previous journey, and for the journey ahead.

Please, don’t feel the need to reply today, it is Easter Sunday after all. :)