Day 813:
I’m back around at the southern end of the mountains, where it’s high and cold and snowing like a blizzard. Probably because it is a blizzard.
No sign of the rude horse today, but definite signs that I need to make taller boots if I’m going to keep coming up here because my feet are soaked despite the relatively well-water-proofed boots I already have. The snow was just piling in from the top with every step. I’m probably lucky I came home with both boots.
I spent a lot of time when I returned slowly warming up my toes and ensuring that I wouldn’t lose any of them. They’re all quite red and painful, but the fact that they’re painful is probably good because it means the nerves are still working.
Snow mining isn’t exactly in my skill set and I’m going to try to avoid doing it in the future.
