We left the cave early this morning under cover of darkness. It was risky crossing the rocks in the dark, but we made it into the second valley without incident. There isn’t much here to cheer us. It’s cold and damp and the vegetation is so low and spartan in places it wouldn’t be hard for anyone or anything to spot us from either end of the valley.
At least we can see what progress we make, though. We’re only a few miles from the entrance to the third valley and we’re sheltering for the night in the lee of a great boulder that must have broken away from the cliff face long ago.
My clothes are damp and we don’t dare light a fire. But at least we’re out of that cave. I didn’t like it there. There was something about that shaft, something deeper than any distance which made the hair stand on my arms whenever I thought about it.
I won’t use the laptop for long either in case the damp gets into it.
I think it’s going to be a long night.