The roads are good guides, Voodoo doesn't deny that - but ever since they've moved out of the wastes around Baltimore and D.C. and into hillier country, he's gone out of his way to avoid them where he can. Old World infrastructure planners had commuters in mind with these roads, not military columns - here, along this portion of the Cheat River Valley, State Route 51 is sandwiched in between the Briery Mountains and the Lantz Ridge. Both are a good thousand or so feet off the valley floor - perfect for ne'er-do'wells looking to take a few potshots at some schmucks moving along the open road.
And so they're spread out in a line about halfway up the ridge that leads to Cannon Hill, a couple hundred feet above Saltlick Creek. Not high enough to silhouette themselves against the skyline, not low enough to give any ambushers a decisive height advantage. The steer's trundling along at the back of the pack - it's taken the weight of their supplies pretty well so far.
"We're close. We round a few more bends and we'll have eyes on Rowlesburg."
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Date: 2015-05-18 02:05 am (UTC)And so they're spread out in a line about halfway up the ridge that leads to Cannon Hill, a couple hundred feet above Saltlick Creek. Not high enough to silhouette themselves against the skyline, not low enough to give any ambushers a decisive height advantage. The steer's trundling along at the back of the pack - it's taken the weight of their supplies pretty well so far.
"We're close. We round a few more bends and we'll have eyes on Rowlesburg."