Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day One Hundred Two

We are heading to the mountains west of the Lost Quarter in the coming days. Normally they would be swollen with people from all over the world, the streets of the villages echoing with sound of dozens of languages. Now the mountain trails and camping spots are empty by and large, even though the quarantine restrictions have been raised and most everything is open. It seems a fine time to visit, a fine time to spend some time away from the Quarter and our home and all the usual toil and worry that has been a part of our days.