~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday, July 17th, 2072 Sarah Glassner Highway US-12, WA Mount Rainer loomed ahead of us, almost dominating the sky. And...we sill werent there yet. What should have turned into a three day hike up Highway US-12 was on day four and we still had twenty miles to go. Twenty slow miles. Unlike I-5, US-12 was more of a rural highway and it had long been washed away by the storms of Washington. Only patches of it still survived amid the tangle of forests. We were. And yet, we both knew, our work may well never be done. Pandemonium still reigned in The World After, and men were still far too willing to destroy what others had built, simply to satisfy an immediate desire, for us to ever be finished.All of these thoughts filtered through my mind, as we sat atop that hill, overlooking The Abbey. The girl simply stared in awe, at what I had assured her was to be her new home. I smiled at her, knowing exactly what she felt. I had felt exactly the same, the. It is spread by word of mouth or media it is repute as much as fact, less urban myth, more warning. What I was feeling was less fear of other men than a fear of the circumstances about me. Unreasoned fear – fear of the unknown – is often derided as childish, ridiculed as primitive or denigrated as less than civilised. On the other hand it is a survival trait. Hormonal, certainly a product of the endocrynal system, for less sophisticated ancestors it was a useful signal – a suggestion that now. You ready? He asked me, More than ready I replied and we went in. Damn it was hot! We sat there sweating and drinking , he was telling me where he learned this sauna thing and he had a washcloth he kept dipping in the now ice water and putting it on his face. In the middle of his explanation of where he learned his sauna trick he stood up and dropped his towel folded it up and said “ it’s much more comfortable to just sit on the towel. You don’t mind do you? Normally I walk around the.