Day 585:
Did some mining and worked on figuring out where I’ll plant trees.
It’s become a bit more of a strategic question now that I’ve seen yet another band of murderers on the horizon. They didn’t see me, but they were clearly dressed the same, and armed to the teeth.
I’d prefer they don’t see me, if nobody minds.
Anyway, planting trees now needs to become about providing myself cover and adequate site lines simultaneously — or about designating places as “no go, just trees”, so that the trees grow back but I don’t try to live there.
This whole “be kind to the place you live” thing gets harder when the place you live is consistently trying to kill you.