He looked at his calendar. It had been over a month since he'd met with Slick and he'd heard nothing. Time to take the initiative. He sent her a message, then began walking the American River Bike Trail where it began at 45 Broadway. He struck North, knowing he would be skirting the Granite Watchtower's territory, but that he would soon get to the southern reaches of Tiscornia Park, that Bullrush had claimed. Hopefully he would find someone willing to talk.
The moon is 55% of full in the sky.