Day 815: A view north

Day 815:

I really enjoy using this magic picture crystal thing for some of the landscapes here because they really are quite fantastic. Like today, I was south of the easternmost entrance and could see across the meadows down on my entrance and across the mountains.

When I dug the easternmost entrance it felt like I was digging up forever and that I was bound to dig out at the top of the world. Now I’m looking down on that building as if it were at sea level. (It definitely is not.)

The sky is beautiful and the grass looks soft and inviting. A huge mountain looms in the distance, which I’m sure I’ll get to eventually.

A view to the north. To the left, a stone building is nestled among the trees. Center, a meadow at the top of a cliff, and more mountains in the background. Top right, a huge mountain. Right, more cliffs and trees.

Day 814: Heck of a cliff to climb

Day 814:

All my toes seem to be fine and I’ve doubled up on my socks today.

I’m also down a bit from the highest points, in a valley on the side of a cliff. (A mesa sort of? It’s just a flat bit cut into the mountain, with some trees, and then the mountain starts climbing again.

There are more sheep in this area and they don’t seem to be afraid of humans at all. Sometimes they come up and gently butt past me to climb the cliffs. Sometimes they’re not as gentle. In general they seem kind and friendly.

There are more trees here than I expected.

View from above and to the south of a small meadow surrounded by high cliff. Fluffy white sheep climb the cliffs.

Day 813: snow!

Day 813:

I’m back around at the southern end of the mountains, where it’s high and cold and snowing like a blizzard. Probably because it is a blizzard.

No sign of the rude horse today, but definite signs that I need to make taller boots if I’m going to keep coming up here because my feet are soaked despite the relatively well-water-proofed boots I already have. The snow was just piling in from the top with every step. I’m probably lucky I came home with both boots.

I spent a lot of time when I returned slowly warming up my toes and ensuring that I wouldn’t lose any of them. They’re all quite red and painful, but the fact that they’re painful is probably good because it means the nerves are still working.

Snow mining isn’t exactly in my skill set and I’m going to try to avoid doing it in the future.

A view of the valley with snow falling. A stone arch is off to the east. Otherwise it's mostly trees and falling snow.

Day 812: more murderers stopped by

Day 812:

I was working on smoothing out the western side of the mountains when another gang of murderers came out of the trees below me. They were a good distance away and I don’t think they saw me, but I’m pretty sure they spotted my easternmost outpost’s walls, since I didn’t do anything to disguise them.

I don’t know what those murderers want, other than to kill me.  They always approach with crossbows drawn and they start shooting before I can even try to have a vocal conversation.

This band left  and didn’t come back today, but I’m sure they will at some point.

View from up high of a wooded valley and a gently sloping mountain side coming out of it. Where the cliffs meet the trees a band of armed men can be seen gathering.

Day 811: even more water contained!

Day 811:

Back to the cliffs to the north where I keep finding ponds that flood down to the river. I’ve built enough up around the topmost (I hope) one that it’s no longer flooding.

I wonder what “professional flood re-landscapers” are actually called.

I’m sure from space this obvious reshaping of the land is, well, obvious, but at this point I’m less worried about anyone finding out I’m here and more worried about what happens if they don’t. I don’t want to die here alone.

View of a pond. A great stone mountain looms above.