Day 23 - - While heading south through an old apple orchard we came across a bevy of angular rock structures jutting from the dirt. They remind me of the prolific termite mounds in Northern Africa. Could this be a dormant section of the earths iron mantle, rising up from the pores in Limestone. The men claim to have seen William in the trees, motionless - watching our group from afar. They are a superstitious pair that have no appreciation for the unremitting “path” we now find ourselves on.