April 30, 1601
I went off the road today and followed nothing, roaming through the bare trees heading south. The same direction my father went a long time ago. Though, he did not head down the west road before he went south but the east road. I had wandered for a while slowly climbing up one of the rocky mountains.
I am now sitting on a flat ledge where it is very clear to me why I was pushed to go on. In the distance I see heaven, or a replica of it here on earth. It is a valley, a green, untouched valley with what looks like a lake in the middle of it. I hope I am not hallucinating. Tomorrow I will go down there and tonight I will sleep, well aware of the possibilities of tomorrow.