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Over the subsequent days and nights I learned more about the individuals peopling our little group. They aren't the ones I would pick as a crew but adversity makes for strange bedfellows.  There is one overriding bond holding us together; Survival.  All other issues become secondary to that.

     Bill occasionally slept on a blanket at the camp or slept on a ledge under the intersection bridge nearby.  Tim lived at his brother's house somewhere, John slept in his car and Ron usually joined Bill under the bridge. Robo lived in his brother's extra trailer some miles away.  Dave joined Doug and Cary in the hut. Destiny, Oscar and me shared the green tent.

     The only thing certain about any of our situations is they were subject to change at any moment.   You get used to the idea of impending doom from a myriad of external forces all seeking to disrupt us.  As the people in California growing complacent about the ground shaking almost daily.  They expect their state to come loose and slide into the ocean at any time but they, like us, go on with their daily life in spite of such knowledge.

      Speaking of daily life, Des and Cary just left camp with two Walmart shopping carts filled with empty plastic milk jugs to refill with water behind a service station.  Water for the makeshift shower and to wash a few clothes at the tent.  Destiny plans to do that in the morning.  As Samuel Pepys always closed his diary entry; "And so to bed."