Hello again.

Yesterday was such a mess. When you wake up all curled up in a sandy depression covered in your own crusty dried vomit. It's a good sign of bad times.

Ah, by depression I of course mean a dip in the ground I used as a makeshift bed.

Though I will admit to feeling rather upset at how badly I had fumbled my first ever meeting with what could have been my own kind. Under all the clothes and shiny hats it was hard to really get a good look at them, but I do think they were smaller and darker than I am.

Or rather than I was.

All this time under the desert sun has given me quite a tan, highlighting the myriad of scars both old and new I have earned.

Regardless, I messed up. I should have stayed and tried to talk even after puking. Why did I even run? Sure, they hadn't exactly welcomed me with open arms but come on. I was a weird man screaming and on fire. Caution is only wise.

Ugh, today I had a lot of time talking to myself, telling me what I did wrong. It was a good learning experience. I also learned that I am bad at public speaking. Lots of lessons yesterday.

Panic makes fools of us all.

Other than all the internal cringing at memories and recriminations I spied a change in the enviroment. Plants had started to show up. Bulbous things, engorged with conserved water in this dry place. They were tucked into the crevices of rock formations that had began to become more and more come as the day passed.

The rocks had odd red colorings, rings and striations making beautiful dislays of the windblown stone. Soon the sand became small pebbles, then gravel. Until finally I was simply hopping across scalding bedrock and dirt amidst towers of stone. The bulbous plants became less common here. Replaced by hardy grasses and vibrant lichens tucked into shady corners.

Dead thorny bushes rolled about as the wind cut through the gaps between the different rock formations. Making my day more interesting with impromptu games of 'dodge the thorny bastard bush'. As far as I could tell this place was devoid of life outside of those desperate plants clingin to shade and the occasional ugly lizard.

Which, judging by the taste, were poisonous anyway. I would sometimes see a large bird soaring overhead, But all in all this place was more dead than the desert.

The sun was reflected off of the stone, making even me sweat. And I don't know if you've noticed but I have a very high heat tolerance.

My days journey ended at a massive schism in the ground. A once mighty river had cut through the stone here. I can still hear the burble and rush of water from the edges of the canyon. By this point though the sun had begun to fall.

A massive cliff on the other side of the canyon had obscured the fading days light altogether, plunging the area around me and the canyon below into shadow.

I decided to rest here, and fly over the cliff tomorrow.

Goodnight.