Spent the morning chipping away at the mountain again.
For fun (and to remember what I was up against) I climbed up to the peak and looked around again.
The mountain is more like a plateau up that high, which is good, because it means the hill will slope that much father and I might still have something that qualifies as a “mountain” when I get up there.
Also, a sheep fell off a cliff and clipped me with a fast-moving hoof before splattering all over the hill.
It was gross. But I did save the wool because wool is not easy to get.
And some of the less-mangled meat. This sounds horrible but I figure it’s already tenderized so it shouldn’t be wasted.
ANYWAY, back to lighter fare: here’s a picture looking north from the mountain peak. If the next northernmost mountain wasn’t in the way I might be able to see the village I will eventually get to up there.