|There are those ugly cobblestone steps I made yesterday, coming back to haunt me.|
With no horse for company, I made my way down the steep and forested mountainside, and the landscape began to go from bad to worse.
|This time, I remembered my bow and arrow.|
|Pretty cool natural floating bridge, though.|
|This. This is the landscape through which I proposed to ride a horse.|
The bear managed to corner me, but still neither of us had attacked. For a long moment we stared at each other. Then the bear wandered off. I guess we had reached a temporary truce.
|Ahhh. Much better. But where is everyone?|
On a magnificent mountaintop I finally built Boxter's memorial, a glass portal shape with a prominent view over the deserted but horse-friendly valley.
|A much better location than the tree-choked forest|