Day 42:
Sometimes you move one rock and everything comes tumbling down.
It’s probably a pretty good metaphor for my life since I landed on this dump, but at the same time it’s not a metaphor at all.
Since I’m mining without a compass or a map or for that matter anything else, I managed to follow a vein in under the river.
You can see where this is going.
Anyway, I managed to get the holes sealed back up, but I’m soaked to the skin. I’m going to spend the night in front of a hot fire.
