I mined a lot that night. Instead of spiraling down, I dug a wide shaft into the mountain, three across, about ten high, and perhaps twenty deep. It took all night an countless stone picks, but I had wood and stone to spare so that was not an issue. It turned out to be quite effective, I hit two veins of iron and an extensive vein of coal for my trouble. For some reason, i did not take a single screenshot of my work. A pity, it was quite a comfy-looking room by the time the sun rose.
|Creeper in the water.|
All night I could hear moo-ing and splashing, as though some crazy bovine pool party was going on all night. Occasionally I saw a single cow bob past. I heard nothing sinister all night, though. Still I left my camp backwards. I had forgotten overnight just where I had camped.
|Above my camp.|
|Skeletons burning to the east.|
|Off we go.|
The lake was visibly shut off from the broader ocean so I did not build a boat. Instead, I stuck to the southern wall and worked my way up the hill to the east.
|Heading east. Slowly.|
|My mistake. It was a bovine and sheep pool party.|
Out of the canyon was a plateau of sand split with rivers. Both the land and the ocean continued east, side-by-side. I considered going back to sea, but then I saw the mountain rising on the horizon. It was huge but hardly sheer. How could I not climb that? It was practically asking for me to climb it.
|That's a tall mountain.|
The climb truly was a breeze. I did not have to dig out a single cube of dirt; a path always presented itself.
|Starting my ascent.|
|Am I halfway yet?|
|Taking a break, looking back west.|
|More climbing (looking south).|
|Even more climbing (still looking south).|
|Another break and looking back west again (though I have moved further to the south than earlier).|
|I think I'm nearly at the top...|
The climb was easy, but I had to be careful crossing the top of the mountain. Sudden drops and deep gulches seemed to suddenly appear underfoot.
|A long way down.|
I moved around north of the second crater. The eastern side of the mountain fell away in gradual waves of earth and forest.
|Path leading down and to the south.|
|Nearly back to sea-level. Also, that has to be the highest floating land I have ever seen.|
Back at sea-level (more or less) I walked around the northern side of the small hill and was confronted with a lake and another huge mountain, though this one did not look nearly as climber-friendly.
|To the left I go.|
|Some crazy, cruciform earth-tree!|
|Worked around this wall, also, careful to not fall into the water.|
|And looking east at another mountain.|
I swam the short distance and stood before the mountain. Instead of climbing it, I decided to walk around to the south and see if I could walk around it.
|And heading south.|
|More sand and lakes to the south|
|East through the foot hills.|
The mountain looked like it went back east a fair way, and bulged out to the south. Still, I had chosen to walk around it so that is what I will do.
|North-east through a dip in the mountain.|
|Strange monument to the south.|
I headed down to flatter ground and followed the mountain south and east. After a bit, the path was not letting me go east at all and the mountain had now joined a wider range that went to the south. Looked like I would have to find a path across.
|Looking south. No path east. Guess I'll have to go over it.|
|Water visible through a slit in the cliff.|
I headed around south of the slit and found an opening into a vast, dark cove.
|Looking north into the cove.|
|Looks dark in there.|
The incline seemed more gradual at the cove's entrance. Here was as good a place as any to get over the mountain, so up I went.
|Up we go (looking east).|
|Up up up.|
From the top of the range, the ground dropped almost instantly into the ocean far below.
|Top of the range.|
|A more gradual path down.|
I looked up at the sky. The sun was sinking, but I still had some time. Surely enough to get to new ground (not the first time I have said that!). I headed to the beach which, surprisingly, consisted of gravel.
|Looking back west. Plenty of time, right?|
|I hear this is what beaches look like in England. :p|
It was not long before islands approached from the horizon. I weaved around them as the ocean constricted tighter and tighter into thinner and thinner channels. Eventually I hit a larger continent.
|Land around the next bend.|
|Oh. Hello there.|
I pulled up on the beach and checked the sun. I could probably make some progress inland before sunset.
|Looking back west.|
|Mountains to the north.|
|Flat ground to the east.|
|Mountains ahead, but it is getting dark. They can wait until tomorrow.|
I jumped down a small ledge, turned, and dug back into it to form my camp for the night.
|I'm getting good at this, if I do say so myself.|