About two weeks later, we had reached the Zenith Mountains.  We had stopped in several cities in Johto and Kanto, specifically Viridian City.  There we picked up any supplies we needed before our long journey ahead of us.  We also had lunch, the last lunch in a restaurant for several more months.
Anyway, we had gotten to the pinnacle of the first mountain, and decided to camp out there for the night.  It was mid-June, and we were making pretty good time.  We figured we deserved a good rest.  The next day we started out again, at about seven o'clock in the morning.  We had a short breakfast of eggs and toast. 
We then journeyed across the summits of other mountains in the Zenith Range, and, after another two-and-a-half days of straight travelling (only stopping to eat, occasionally) we arrived at a small stream.
'It's not marked on the map,' I said, looking at the holo-map emerging from my Pokégear.
'It must be too small a river to be mapped,' Kamon said.  He unpacked, and declared that we should be spending the night here.  It took me no more than three minutes to fall into a long-awaited sleep.  Kamon stayed awake, though, until late into the night.  According to him, he went to sleep at about two in the morning.  He awoke only five hours earlier, an hour after I did.
'Have a nice sleep?' I asked.  I was eating cold cereal.
'Peachy,' he said, picking up his backpack.  'Now let's go.  Hurry up and get your stuff.'
Man, I thought, I wonder what's wrong with him.  He seemed a little, well, irritated.
We hiked on for a full day, down the mountain this time, following the stream, refilling our water bottles along the way.  We continued with this routine for several days.  After those days, though, Kamon decided that we should stop.
This struck me as odd, because lately we had been traveling for several days at a time before we stopped.  I soon found out why.  Kamon fell to sleep almost immediately.  Apparently, while I slept every time we stopped, he stayed awake, looking out for anything suspicious.  He claimed that who knows what could be up here, and that there might be unknown or dangerous Pokémon up here.  Besides that, he added, Sneasel and Murkrow have been reported to be living here, and they have been known to be thieves.
I kept watch that night.  I felt like it was my duty; toward Kamon, if anything.  I was the one dragging him here.  I only got an hour of sleep.  We left to go northwest the next day, and climbed up.  We traveled another three days straight, stopping once a day to eat.  We discovered that our rations were starting to fall short.  Kamon ruled that we would only eat once every-other day.  Of course I did not like this, but we had no choice; there weren't any berry trees around here.  We continued to trek across the mountains for another week, sleeping only four times.
We kept following the river until early July, because then we discovered that by following it we traveled off course.  It would take us weeks to get back on course.  After several days of trekking, we arrived at a lake.
'It would be wisest to go around,' Kamon said, 'but to save time we must go across.  Send out a Water Pokémon, and we can go through the lake.  I used my Feraligatr, and Kamon used his Corsola.  We went across the lake, and continued our quest.  We were still off course, though.  And we were days, if not weeks, behind schedule.
We ran into yet another devastating setback around late July, early August (I couldn't tell; days seemed to merge into weeks, all of them the same), when we woke up one morning and our backpacks were stolen.
'Erm,' I started, 'wasn't my backpack right here last night?'
'Mine's gone, too,' Kamon replied.  'Damn.  This sucks.'
A thought occurred to me.  I said: 'Hey, ya know what?  It could've been a Sneasel or Murkrow!  Remember, you said that they could be thieves!'
'True,' Kamon said.  'If I catch whoever stole these…'  Kamon clenched his fists.  'This journey is looking worse and worse every other day.'
'We can find them,' I said.  'We just have to know where to look.'
'If I knew where to look, I would have found them already, wouldn't I?'
'Well, I suppose.  But hey; we can try to follow Pokémon tracks and see if we can find whoever took our stuff.'
'There are no tracks, however,' Kamon said.
'Exactly.  Which means…' I responded.
'Which means what?  That our packs flew away?'
'Close,' I said, smiling.  'Someone must've flown away with it.  A Murkrow, no doubt.  There also must have been more than one, since I don't think that a single Murkrow could carry one of our backpacks, and even if it could, it would have to carry two; that would have taken a lot longer than we allowed to carry two backpacks very far.  We were only asleep for maybe five hours.'
'So, we will have to look for one of two things: either our backpacks are very close by because the Murkrow couldn't have possibly carried it far, or a flock of Murkrow, which would be much further away.'
'Exactly,' I said.  'But…but what if they dropped it in the river?'
'They couldn't have done that,' Kamon replied.  'Look, there would have to be something in the river that would remain, something that's heavy.  Even our packs would be here.  Anyway, we have to split up.  There are two ways to go; to the left and right sides of the river.'
'Why not down the river, or up the river?' I asked.
'Because looking down, we would probably be able to see where they are, or where our stuff is.  We have a pretty good view from up here.  And flying up would make little sense; besides, it would take more work to fly up a mountain, and most likely against the wind (because here-don't ask why-the wind seems to be sucked into the center of Gehta.  All of the wind travels down the mountains), which would slow them down.  They wouldn't have gotten very far that way.  Especially if it were a single Murkrow.  Come on, Drew, let's get going.'  Kamon ended his speech and then sent out his Delibird.  I used Ho-oh.  I took the left bank, while Kamon took the right.
After an hour or two of searching, I heard Kamon shouting.  I flew back as fast as I could, and discovered that he had indeed found our backpacks.  They were actually downstream and on the left bank.  Apparently a flock of Murkrow had taken them there because there were several nests built in the trees; two of which had our stuff in it.  We collected our things, and then flew toward Chrono.  This lasted less than the rest of the day (since it took us half the day to recover our lost items), and we had to let our Pokémon rest.  We continued into the night on foot.
By mid-August we ran out of all rations.  We tried living off of berries (because, now that we were closer to civilization, berry trees were planted) and other fruits that we found in the wild.  According to the map, we had about sixty-five more miles until we reached Chrono City, the first city in Gehta.  Kamon also noted that we only had less than two weeks to get there in time.  We were only averaging about five miles a day.  Of course, this was sixty-five miles as the Spearow flies, and also five miles as the Spearow flies.  In reality, he added, we probably walk around ten miles or so a day.  It would take much longer than two weeks to reach Chrono at this rate.
'I think we should use our Pokémon again,' I said.
'We can't,' Kamon responded.  'They do not have the energy; we haven't been able to supply them with enough food and drink to fight, much less fly or carry us great distances.  Anyway, we mustn't use them; we should do this on our own.  It's our journey, not theirs'.'
After he said that, I noticed the expression on his face.  He did not enjoy the fact that we probably couldn't use our Pokémon, and he also didn't like how we had to travel faster, without stops.  It had become harder to get food, and we delayed too much in trying to find some.
Six days later, we discovered that we had gone too far north; we were now thirty miles above Chrono.
'Now, it is inevitable that we will have to double our pace…travel south, and not take one break.  We only have eight days left, Drew,' Kamon said wearily.  Five days later, we were still far outside the boundaries of Chrono.  'It can only be approached from the south.  They have gates blocking people from coming in from the north or east, although we could come in from the west.  It would take too long to reach that end, however.  We have to rest one day.  Only one.  But then every day that follows we must travel as fast as we can.  We will only have two days, after all.'
We rested there, and, one day later, Kamon woke me up.
'Let's go.  If, that is, you want to make it on time.'
'Man,' I said, 'do I have to wake up this early?'  It was four-thirty in the morning.
'Think of this like the army.  Now come on-we may have to use our Pokémon.  I will call out my Entei, and both of us will ride upon him.  He can run faster than either of us could ever hope of running.'  He threw down a Master Ball, and out came his Entei.  When both of us were on, Entei started dashing across the land, bounding over any obstacles.  Kamon figured that we could make it to Chrono City in no less than a day-and-a-half, unless Entei runs non-stop at an extremely fast pace.
To our luck and advantage, Entei did run non-stop, except once where he needed a drink of water, and did run full-speed.  We made it to Chrono on the morning of the last day.  Kamon recalled his Entei, and we both headed to the Pokécenter.  It had been a long time since either of us had seen civilization.
We walked to the Pokécenter, almost taking our time, knowing that we had finally made it.  The only thing to do now was to register here, and then head off once again to the next city.