Day 42: Flooding

Day 42:

Sometimes you move one rock and everything comes tumbling down.

It’s probably a pretty good metaphor for my life since I landed on this dump, but at the same time it’s not a metaphor at all.

Since I’m mining without a compass or a map or for that matter anything else, I  managed to follow a vein in under the river.

You can see where this is going.

Anyway, I managed to get the holes sealed back up, but I’m soaked to the skin. I’m going to spend the night in front of a hot fire.

Really bad sketch (author is not exaggerating) in black and white of a hole at the top of a cave with water pouring down and the author standing in it waist-deep.
This is a really bad sketch but you get the idea. I am too wet and cold to spend my time drawing a flooded cavern.

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