Day 257:
It occurred to me as I was digging today that I was further from home than usual, and that’s not exactly a good thing.
If one of the monsters jumps me in these woods and I get seriously injured I’m not going to have an easy time of it getting back.
On the other hand, the west has been my best chance at both sheep and horses, so I hesitate to give up what I’m working on.
Maybe I’ll climb into this cave, see what’s there, and dig back toward home. At worst, I add more space into the chambers of doom.
In case you’re wondering, yes, I do still want to climb the big mountain to the east and see what I can see, but it’s not nearly the same priority as getting wool. Because, even from here I can see that there’s snow on that mountain, and as I learned the hard way heading east, the clothes I have right now are just not up to the task of handling winter weather.
My best bet is sheep and wool and warm clothes before I go up there. Because spotting a source of humanity and freezing to death once I discover it would be kind of melodramatic.