Author: kirabug

Day 545: I’m still trying to clean up this hillside because at this point I’ve made a giant mess of it…. and based on the amount of good ore inside I might continue to make a mess of it for a while.

And then I have to get back to what I was doing heading toward the mountain.

My anvil is finished, which is good, and I found a place to stash the extra carrots so I don’t have to look at them for a while, which is even better.

The anvil is taking its time cooling, and since it’s in the same room as my bed, it’s nice and toasty in here at night;  I’m enjoying it.

Day 544:

It takes a while to heat enough iron to forge a new anvil, so while the forges were working I did some gardening and animal husbandry and such. And now I have too many carrots. I have no idea what I’m going to do with them — eat them I guess — but I’m a bit tired of carrots.

Like, when I’m finally out of here it might be decades before I eat a carrot again.

In the meantime, guess I’d better get crunching.

I wish I had some way to build, like, a composter or something.

Day 543:

Did you know you could wear out an anvil? All those cartoons we all watched as kids, all those dropped anvils, nobody ever suggested one could wear out.

And yet the one that I forged when I first figured out how to forge has broken down so badly that it’s not even repairable (and what would I repair it on? Another anvil?) so I’ve ended up melting the best surviving bits of it down.

Tomorrow I’ll forge another anvil, I guess, and then look for a good amount of ore…because while making an anvil is critical to shaping good tools, and I can’t not-have one, not-having ore to make good tools kind of make the anvil a moot point.

Somehow I feel like a roadrunner should be responsible for this and I have no idea why.

Day 542:

At some point this effort to make this hill more easy to navigate around became a mining expedition and I blame granite for being so close to the surface.

I’m still taking it easy because my body is piiiiiiiissssed about yesterday’s ceiling diving, so it’s probably a good thing.

But still, I need to run some rail to this hill if it’s going to be loaded with ore. Especially if I’m going ceiling diving on a regular basis because I hurt. And ore is heavy.

Day 541:

It’s unusual for me to be topside long enough to not only get sunburned, but to peel, have all the skin rub off, and get slightly sunburnt again.

On the other hand, my glass supplies were getting low, my fish supplies were nonexistent, and I really needed some coal. For some reason coal seams appear to be mostly near the surface. (I guess it makes sense if this little rock actually did grow its own life but it seems a bit more doubtful if it was terraformed.)

So I’m up here and a bit pink and spending a lot of time trying different salves and oils and stuff to help with the sunburn… so far with no good results.