November 13th, 2033
I’ve got about an hour until sunrise and I’ve decided to call it quits for the night. I’m ten miles north of the air base and two miles east of Interstate 5. I’m taking refuge in a drainage culvert bordering a long forgotten field, and with the skies filling with warbirds, I think it’s best I hang out here a while.
Come nightfall, I’ll continue east, first crossing Highway 99, and then two miles later I’ll scoot across the interstate as well. In between the two roads, in that lonely two-mile stretch, I will be completely exposed. No air cover whatsoever, no trees, no buildings, – nothing taller than a mileage marker to hide behind. Completely exposed to both the traffic in the air and the traffic on the ground.