There was a bit of open country with a couple of standoffish horses.
|No. Absolutely not.|
|Marginally better, but still not ideal.|
The view was terrific, but due to Boxter's largeness and opacity, I couldn't exactly see where I was stepping, and several times grew very close to falling off the mountain.
|The big trees are pretty, though. From a distance.|
At one point we were scrambling up a one-block-wide slope with sheer drops on either side. Fortunately, Boxter appears to be able to balance on a tiny one-block ledge with some sort of levitation horse magic.
The mountains were quite jagged, but free of trees, and with a little dodging of cliffs and chasms, the rest of the day's journey passed in a breeze and a clatter of hooves.
|I'd build a national park here.|
Finally, it seemed we'd run up against another northern shore. Finding a way around would have to wait for morning - I began constructing a tall tunnel-cave, like I had the previous nights. Just so long as I start early enough on the construction, and find a cliff steep enough and solid enough to dig in, and as long as my glass supply and haystack supply holds out - ok, I guess under a lot of conditions - these shelters seem to be going better lately than most of my other resoundingly inept attempts.
|Some kind of natural monument.|
So I dug the deep tunnel, rode Boxter inside, and readied my haystack. I would try the whole haystack-from-horseback trick.
I gave him the haystack.
Then I ran to the mouth of the tunnel and looked back at Boxter. He stared placidly back at me.
Boxter started bounding happily toward me through a sea of spinning cobblestone blocks. I slapped down two blocks of glass in his path, but he was coming fast. I leapt up on one of the glass blocks, and a shoving match ensued. I'm lucky that in Minecraft, a horse can't outshove me (actually, a horse can't outshove a morning dove either... and many's the morning that I've run from the house only to be stopped in my tracks upon collision with a rabbit).
So, as I shouldered Boxter back into the cave (rrrrgh.... mmmmmgh... get back you blockhead....), I somehow managed to place two more blocks.
|Sunset, with mourning dove. A very loud mourning dove, by the way.|
|And lookit over here!|
|What's that you're saying about me being in the way of your pickaxe?|