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.
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.
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.
|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.
|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.|
|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.