Day 247: Found a huge deposit of clay.
Can I make rails out of clay do you suppose? Or is it too brittle? Or maybe wheels of brick? They’d also be brittle and hard to reshape… but cheap and easy to make.
Things I think about while dragging a sack of wet clay across the countryside.
The farther you have to carry large bags of heavy wet sand, the more finding horses and making some carts comes back into focus as the goal.
Day 245: I’m clearing a path to the east so I can tempt sheep to come live in my pen.
I might need a new sheep pen just for the occasion.
But in the meantime I’ve found a sand bar, so I’m stocking up on sand because my glass stores are starting to get perilously low again, and it’s hard to recycle glass I’m still using.
Spent the whole night shooting various monsters that were swarming around my pigs. I don’t know if that’s how I lost my last pig but I’m not taking any chances.
Also, I’m up to like five pigs now because pigs like making more pigs.
As I’ve mentioned before, these animals don’t appear to poop. While they can certainly get their stink on all by themselves when they want to, it’s actually pretty rare that they do… so compared to an Earth or Mars farm filled with chickens, cows, and pigs, it’s pretty tame. Thank goodness.
The zombies still stink though.
I wish the exploding giraffe-corgis stank; they wouldn’t sneak up on me as much.
The last time I had headed west I’d spotted a sheep. This time I spotted an entire flock of sheep, some of them white and others black. (And another pig!) I also spotted three humungous red mushrooms, another punk-ass zombie kid, and a very tall mountain.
I climbed the mountain and can safely say there is no sign of civilization in any direction from that peak.
But that being said I’d walked far enough that it was difficult to see my own place, much less anything to its east, so there’s still hope to the east and south.
Then again, I was out here to find horses. I found no horses. I found snow and proof that my gold boots do not protect against minor frostbite.
So I guess maybe it’s time to capture some sheep so I can make wool socks.
None of this is solving the horse problem.