Fog.

Warmth has returned. It was frozen before. Ice. Snow. Sleet. Rain... so much rain.

Now fog. So much fog.  The fog masks us as much as henders us.

We were able to get out of there. The ihop. We left yesterday. We slept in a barn last night and woke up to fog. We crossed a bridge yesterday. A very long bridge. Abandoned cars and remains still scattered around. Someone had been there before us and cleared a path. That is comfort. Knowing there is someone else out there.

We had found a large pack of supplies. It looked like an abandoned military distribution tent. It was set up in front of a Wal-Mart right down the road from the ihop we had held up in for weeks. There was a note in a ziplock bag tucked in some of the food. It was directions. It could be a trick... we are aware... but we must try. We have to try.