We've been pushing pretty hard to get into the mountain passes. There was a flyover in the valley where the drop had been made, and we needed to put as much distance between us and the valley in case the soldiers came back. There hasn't been any movement from the air, though, so we're feeling a bit more confident that we weren't spotted.
The grueling pace took it's toll on us quickly, though. There have been quite a few disputes lately. People just seem to be on edge. Being tired and hungry isn't helping.
This morning we awoke to find that it had rained overnight, and is still misting a bit. It wouldn't be a problem, normally, however our carts are heavily loaded with the goods we scavenged from the drop and so are sinking into the ground made soft from the rain. We attempted to press on, but a close call has changed our minds.
One of the young girls was driving her cart too fast down a slippery slope. It started to slide, and she panicked; showing her inexperience. She locked the wheels up, which made the cart slide completely out of her control and tipped. Luckily, she hadn't done a very good job of hitching her horse and the animal is scared, but uninjured. As for the girl, she'll be fine, too. She has some bruising, and she's moaning like she's dying, but we're all agreed that her injuries are superficial. The cart may never be the same. She managed to snap two wheels nearly in half, and the framework is warped. With all the goods we're moving, though, we can't afford to leave it behind.
At least we're getting a day of rest from this. Time to marvel at the signs of Spring. One of my favorite are the return of so many birds! Their happy songs make even this cold, grey, drizzly day seem magical.
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