Day Thirty

.

Day Thirty. One more day and I would have been walking east for a whole month. Though, the spiders and zombies scampering over my roof seemed determined to not let that happen.

.

The sky grew lighter and the zombies burned. But the spiders remained and their interest in me did not wane. I walked back and forth in my room and the spiders followed me atop the glass. The moment I smashed a single block they would be atop me. I needed an alternative exit.

Digging east.

I knew the hill dropped just to the east so I dug that way and opened a new door. The spiders were still following me above and would still drop on me the moment I exited, but at least I would have somewhere to run.

Here we go.

I bolted. One spider dropped on me instantly and got a couple of hits in, dropping me a few hearts. But as usual, within seconds they gave up on their chase and grew disinterested me.

Silly spiders.

Before heading on, I ducked back west to the edge of the snow to pick the many red mushrooms I had left the previous evening.

Om nom nom.

Let's do this.

Heading east, scattered pockets of snow spotted the landscape.

Heading east.

Ssssssss!

An ominous cave. I left it alone.

Soon I came across an ocean. I was about to put down my workbench and build a boat before i realised that I wouldn't have to this time.

Ocean ahead. Time for a boat.

Hmm. Perhaps not.

Oh gosh, please don't break!

Looking back west from whence I came.

The next continent was green for a time, but snow-capped mountains were visible on the horizon.

.

Distracted by the mountains, I came within a single cube of possible death.

That was too close. This picture doesn't really show just what a drop this shaft was.

The ground rose gradually and the snow once again became more consistent.

Another shaft.

Snow is getting thick.

.

Through the woods.

Another ocean. Won't be walking across this one.

There would be no avoiding the boat this time. I swiftly crafted one and set sail. I could see a sheet of ice to the north, and it was not long before more land appeared to the east.

.

Mountains to the south-east.

I pulled up on the beach and continued east through the trees. A soft fall of snow was still scattered across the leaves and grass.

Woods to the north.

A frozen puddle.

Large lake to the south an the ocean beyond.

East, chickens!

Mountain in m road.

I walked up to the base of the mountain. The land before it was sundered with crevasses and canyons. I navigated around them to see if I could find a direct path over.

Watch you step.

Hmm. What if i try this...

Ow. No, that didn't work.

I gave up on finding a direct path and instead headed north to climb the more gradual foothills of the mountain.

Woods to the north.

Up we go.

Hello. What is that? (looking north-east)

A strange structure came into view to the north, unlike anything I had before seen. I decided to take a brief detour to check it out.

.

Well that is something.

I had hoped that it was floating, but instead it balanced precariously on a single leg of stone. It was a breathtaking sight that dwarfed the flattish lands around it. As I gazed at it, trying fruitlessly to capture it with a photo that would do it justice, the sky began to darken. It was time to find camp. I was struck with a somewhat ludicrous idea. Quick as I could, I gathered some dirt.

.

I don't have much time.

As the stars came out, I clambered the small mound beside the monument and built a narrow bridge of dirt across the divide.

This is quite likely the most stupid idea I have ever had.

Yep. Definitely a stupid idea.

I placed dirt and frantically jumped to the top of the monument. The view was breathtaking.

.

.

.

It did not take long for the fear to set in. What the heck was I doing up here? What if a mob spawned? Where would I run? What if I fell? I swiftly covered the monument and torches and dug into the 'ground' to make my camp.

.

Crazy? Undoubtedly. But still, I was camping above the clouds atop a bizarre monument. What would an adventure be without doing crazy things like this? The story, the fact I can say "I went there" more that makes up for the risk.