January 30th, 2034
I’ve been watching the transports roll up and down the PCH for the past two days and whatever it is they’re up to has certainly piqued my interest. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear I was watching Interstate 5, and not this lonely stretch of road.
This afternoon, for instance, I counted six separate convoys of thirty-three heavy cargo vehicles pass by me in the space of less than two hours. Three heading north, three heading south, and it was quite obvious the northbound transports were riding much lower to the ground than their southbound counterparts.
The answer to that question lies somewhere south of here.
So, south it is.