Headed west.

So, after getting used to humanity again and a long discussion among ourselves, we've decided to head west. All of us have varying reasons for it, but  it's boils down to being tired of seeing all this damn ash.


And honestly there's not much to boil down on my journals between  the last time I did a summary and now. I didn't write much and most everything was buried in ash or burned. Other than Wade spending...a lot of time trying to make some kind of knife grenade.

Anyway beyond that, there are some people here that have figured out how to do...as Rogan has put it "mystical bullshit" nothing as pronounced as Eivan's "miracle grow" druidism (best description anyone came up with yet) and Axel made quite a bit of credit with his skills at tailoring (I managed to help with this too, thanks mom, so we've actually gotten to basically barter for a truck and camper trailer. Though I do feel we're getting the short end of the stick on the truck, the windshield has some spots where it looks like a pissed off jackrabbit went after it with a ball peen hammer, the passenger side headlight is smashed and the bumper has seen better days.  Thankfully it has 4wheel drive which will be useful driving through the ash, and Axel immediately inscribed a dizzying number of Scandinavian moon runes (no not real runes I just can't read Danish), he says it's to make the tires puncture and slash proof, and I think he put a lot into it because he slept like a bear for half the day in the bed of the truck once he was done.

Arguably we probably could have put all 12 of us in the truck, 4-6 in the cab and 8-6 in the back since it's a longbed f250, but they offered the camper trailer for free since no one really needs them in town and they had a megadealership. Works for us. The truck is also a diesel so fuel will be easier to come by. Anyway tomorrow we start heading west.....by heading south. the only roads that they know are clear and in good enough shape to drive on are Interstate 25, well a slight lie, I80 is clear enough west to drive to Laramie but no one's really gone much further west than that because everything between there and Salt Lake City is probably shattered and broken. One of the people giving us directions said that there are people in Fort Collins (and surrounding cities), but they're kinda weird.

To be honest I went through there during a college trip, I'd call them weird too. Strange town that had sort of a "California bay area elitism" to it. Wonder what it's like now.

Hopefully tomorrow we'll find out.