{"id":458,"date":"2017-11-07T00:01:14","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T05:01:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirabug.com\/?p=458"},"modified":"2017-09-08T22:00:45","modified_gmt":"2017-09-09T02:00:45","slug":"day-68-contemplating-bridges","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/11\/day-68-contemplating-bridges\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 68: Contemplating bridges"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Day 68:<\/p>\n<p>I cut wood all day today. Definitely making gloves next chance I get. You&#8217;d think by now I couldn&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>Today&#8217;s one of those days where I&#8217;m grateful that the spring in my cave is ice cold, is what I&#8217;m saying.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m cooking down some wood into charcoal because I haven&#8217;t hit a vein of coal in ages and charcoal&#8217;s better for melting iron than straight wood, which is too inconsistent in its temperature.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll admit that I originally started chopping wood so that I could make a bridge, but then it occurred to me that I&#8217;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&#8217;t have to be worried about being caught outside near the river.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s today&#8217;s plan, anyway.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_469\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-469\" style=\"width: 2732px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-469 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?resize=525%2C394&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"two very loose line sketches of bridges. The first is pillars of rocks with boards on top. The second is one giant log across the river. Labeled &quot;bridge ideas&quot;.\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/One-Among-The-Dead-68.png?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-469\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">I certainly don&#8217;t have enough iron for a bridge<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 68: I cut wood all day today. Definitely making gloves next chance I get. You&#8217;d think by now I couldn&#8217;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&#8217;s one of those days where I&#8217;m grateful &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/11\/day-68-contemplating-bridges\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Day 68: Contemplating bridges&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-458","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-among-the-dead"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdUhYo-7o","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=458"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":598,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458\/revisions\/598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=458"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=458"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=458"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}