Pretty miserable. It's slow going on foot and we keep expecting a snowstorm from the looks of the clouds. Most of the time it's cold enough for one, but only a few flakes so far.
Crossed a marsh again the other day. Had to deal with some nasty leg-biting snakes. We killed enough of them to make a whole meal, but weren't sure if they were safe to eat or not so had to leave them to rot. I don't even know how snakes can be out and about this late in the year--seems strange to me.
Even with our slow pace we have made it a pretty good distance north of Tine Gorge. We're following the western ridge of the Snakebacks, and if we go another week or hit the sea (whichever happens first) we're going to turn around and follow the east edge back.
I haven't written much, obviously, but it's been tough. Most nights I don't have the energy to write and wouldn't want to take off my gloves if I did. I had to warm the ink by the fire just to write today, and I'm only bothering because we stopped a little early. Everyone's in a bad way, real tired and feet are sore. I feel like I've turned my ankle more than a dozen times.
If we spot anything interesting I'm sure I'll write more.
Kind of wish I was home.
