An hour later, we receive a follow-up message for the coordinates and times we need to cross the border. We quickly pack and I give Colt some instructions on what to expect, which is not much. The area should be clear, but he knows not to talk until I let him know we're in the clear.
We pass the border with no incident but are left a note and some food. When we are far enough past the patrol line I say, "Let's take a break here and see what they think I should know."
Colt nods and we settle our packs on the ground for a moment while I read through the contents of the letter.
"Anything important I should know?" he asks.
I hand him the note when I'm done but a lot of it won't make sense to him, so I sum it up for him saying, "It's an early winter, so it'll be a colder journey than we had
