Day 69:
Today I took care of the animals then took a nap. Didn’t work on anything. Sometimes you need those days, especially when your blisters have blisters.

Sometimes you need a project that’s just for, y’know, goofing around. This is the ongoing saga of my Minecraft character. For lack of a better title, we’re going with “One Among the Dead”.
Day 68:
I cut wood all day today. Definitely making gloves next chance I get. You’d think by now I couldn’t get blisters, but it turns out that swinging a pickaxe and swinging an axe are distinctly different movements that blister distinctly different parts of my hands.
Today’s one of those days where I’m grateful that the spring in my cave is ice cold, is what I’m saying.
I’m cooking down some wood into charcoal because I haven’t hit a vein of coal in ages and charcoal’s better for melting iron than straight wood, which is too inconsistent in its temperature.
I’ll admit that I originally started chopping wood so that I could make a bridge, but then it occurred to me that I’d have to haul the support logs all the way to the river, and Stupid would probably have objections. Not sure I can blame the horse for that. So instead, charcoal, and a plan to continue digging toward the mountain so that I don’t have to be worried about being caught outside near the river.
That’s today’s plan, anyway.
Day 67:
Packed some good tools in one of my rock-hauling sacks, rode Stupid until we reached the shadow of the mountain… and discovered there’s a river in front of it.
Turns out the lake that is near the front of my place is fed by a very large river right in front of the mountain. Makes sense, I guess, since the rain that falls on the mountain has to go somewhere.
But Stupid wanted nothing to do with fording the river, so we turned around and rode back, this time following the water so I could see where it goes.
Sure enough, if I keep tunneling in the direction I’m currently going, I’m going to hit the river.
So a bridge maybe? I have to think on this.
Day 66:
I think I have enough iron to make some quality tools and head for the mountain now. Instead of continuing the downward trend my mining has been taking me on (that’s a mining joke), I might pack up some bags on my horse, head out to the mountain to see what I find, then ride back under cover of daylight.
We’ll see how things look in the morning. Not much around here to use to predict the weather and this isn’t an adventure I want to take up in the rain.
Day 65:
Cut down trees. Made new axe handles. Filled my hands with splinters.
I think I’ve figured out how to tan a hide. I remember reading a book a long time ago as a kid, where it said something about every animal having enough brains to tan its own hide. So tanning a hide has something to do with stretching it and spreading brains on it I think.
I have plenty of duckens I could experiment with, but I can’t remember the last time I heard someone say they had chicken-skin gloves, so call it a hunch but I suspect birdlike creatures are a no-go.
Can’t bring myself to kill one of my cows though.
I’m essentially waiting for one of the local monsters to kill a (hopefully wild) cow for me.