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Day 780:

There was a lava fall on the beach near the river and the mountain that I’m cleaning up. (Yes I know “cleaning up” is a strange euphemism for “destroying large swaths of ecological niche” but just humor me.)

I did manage to wall it in with glass.

You can see I’m making good progress on the mountain, too. Well, good progress if what you’re looking for is a hugely steep mountain side being converted into a less-steep mountain side.

I can’t even count the number of times I’ve almost fallen off the mountain out of my own carelessness.

Day 779:

While working to tear down the mountain(s) today, I discovered an underground pond. Dug right into the side of it. It was cold and wet and a bit muddy.

Also, there was a sheep in it. I don’t know how he got there or how he was staying alive, but he’s now roaming the mountains so I count my horrible zoning policies as good deeds to sheep.

Day 778:

It occurred to me while I was up on top of the mountain today that maybe being able to see back toward my home would be helpful.

But, well, you can’t actually see my house from here because the trees are in the way.

It’s still a nice view. Too bad zombies keep trying to kill me near the edges so I’m tearing it down.

Day 777:

Here’s the mountain that stands in my way of, well, everything.

Why am I so anti-mountain, you may ask?

Normally I wouldn’t be. I mean I’ve been both inside and outside of mountains, so they’re not really a threat to me. But on the other hand, this particular mountain stands between me and the village that lies — waves hand–  somewhere over there.

Plus, there’s only so tight a slope I can climb when being chased by monsters, and that particular mountain is much higher a grade than I can handle.

So don’t think of it as me removing a mountain. Think of it as me re-scaling a mountain to a safer height.

I’m going to need a lot of chests for this, for one thing.

Day 776:

Okay, so here’s an example of how weird and messed up the gravity is here. (I am so glad to have this camera rock thing.)

Yes, that’s a block of cinderblock bricks balanced on top of a torch. Not just balanced on a snuffed torch, mind. Balanced on the flame and smoke from a torch.

There’s no way these kinds of physics would fly on Earth. I’m not even sure they should be possible. And yet, here I am.

So either this is all a fever dream and even the photo thingie doesn’t exist, or someone in the Physics department at my alma mater has some explaining to do.

Anyway, I’m going out to the mountain to reassess that health hazard tomorrow. Tonight I sleep and worry some more about rocks and physics.