I dug out a window in the western side of the monument so I could follow the moon. Far below, skeletons and creepers were moving over the countryside.
I tried mining for a time, but I did not expect to find much. I was fairly limited in the direction I could mine, too. Any direction except straight down just exposed me to the night. Eventually the sun began to rise and returned to the peak to survey my surroundings.
|Digging a way out.|
|The monument was, thankfully, mob-free.|
Now I had to find a way down. In my frantic climb last night, I had not thought to leave a path to easily get down in the morning. A commenter suggested jumping down the waterfall. Unfortunately, I could not see the waterfall from the peak so that was out of the question. During the night I had mined a narrow, spiraling stairwell through the center of the monument. I returned to it and continued it down to the ground.
|Down we go.|
|Thanks for the good times, Monument.|
The land directly east of the monument was flat before rising in small hills. Before the hills was a cavern going down and south. In its mouth was a vein of ore. I mined it hastily as the moans of zombies rose up from the darkness.
|One last glance at the monument. Not so freestanding now with my dirt bridge.|
|Hills to the east.|
I headed north around the cliff and followed the shore. In the distance I could quite a lot of sand.
|My first desert.|
|A crazy floating sand house.|
The sand clung to the southern faces of the mountains, as though it had been picked up from a desert in the south and dropped here by a north-blowing wind. I can only speculate.
|More sand to the east.|
|Looking back at the sandy hills and floating sand house thing.|
|Mountains to the south.|
I climbed the hills to the east and found myself out of the desert and looking down into a lush valley.
It was about this time I realised there was still a sign sitting in my inventory. Whoops!
On the valley floor, the grass and trees were visibly healthier. The stark difference between the hilltop and the valley floor was unavoidable.
|The valley floor.|
|The valley ended with a vast lake.|
I tried to find a way around the lake but the sides were sheer. Instead I paddled out and swam to the opposite shore. It did not see wide enough to warrant stopping to build a boat.
|The southern cliffs (taken from the water).|
|South again, from the opposite shore.|
Climbing out the other side, the forest continued until I hit the ocean.
|Through the forest.|
|Looking north from the sand bridge.|
Across the sand was a small peninsula before the ocean blocked my path. Time for a boat. As I walked onto the beach, I noticed water pouring downwards into a hidden cave.
|I wonder what secrets lie down there.|
Opening my inventory to grab my workbench, I noticed just how much junk I was carrying. I swiftly threw the gravel and dirt into the water to be washed down into the cavern below.
|More stuff than a nomad ever need carry.|
I directed my boat to the south of the island, maneuvering around the small sand banks.
|Taking it slow.|
|East again, with a desert appearing to the south.|
I hoped to cover some more ground on this continent before making camp. I hurried up the hill and through a forest. To the north was an old inlet from the sea, nearly dried up.
|Forest to the east and inlet to the north.|
|Through the woods.|
|Looking back west. Time to make camp.|
I could see the ocean just up ahead. I jumped down a small cliff beside the sea and dug into it. Taking another suggestion from a commenter, I placed some cacti at the entrance to ward off any nosy mobs. Though, in hindsight, camping this close to the water was potentially a foolish idea. What if a swarm of skeletons decided to stand in the water? Oh well. I guess I will deal with that in the morning.
|Planting my defenses. Literally!|