This is the journal of Reginald Owen - Banker, Hunter, and now Grand Adventurer
October 8th, 1928
I still can't get over the fact that I ate a blue beast yesterday.
The reality of my situation did not set in until I awoke this morning. I don't know if it was shock, or if I thought it was a dream. Whatever the case for my denial, I truly have found myself in a different world.
Nerstom and I shared stories last night, too many to write about. The most interesting thing he spoke about was the travel ways. Apparently, all over Evrenstride are hidden spots that take you from point A to point B much quicker than any other way of travel. He said most can't tell where they are, but his people just seem to know when one is near. Some of the travel ways are connect to home, the human world and others like me have gotten lost here. To my dismay, Nerstom said that those are only a one way trip.
I was pleased that my Ajax would still start, even if there were too many trees around to actually drive it anywhere. I didn't want to leave my precious car, but if there were other people here, other humans, I had to find them. I made a makeshift bag out of my coat and some twine and packed up what few things I had in the car: some tools, a few notebooks and pens, a canteen, my hunting rifle and a half box of rounds.
More will come later little journal of mine. Nerstom is taking me to a river so we can follow it to his village. I hope the rest of his people are as kind as he.
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