Day 2 of SnowRunner starts with optimism and ends clinging to a winch on a steep incline. Join me as I upgrade my scout, take on a task I probably shouldn’t have, and learn the hard way that not all paths are visible… or survivable.
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Climbing Regret Mountain, One Winch at a Time
Day 2 kicks off with my usual ritual: staring at the map and pretending I know what I’m doing. Several jobs seem a bit out of reach (both literally and figuratively), so I settle on something that sounds reasonable—Fallen Powerline.
Seems easy enough. Famous last words.
I jump into my trusty Chevrolet scout, cruise toward the task, and along the way discover a bonus job: The Place Beyond the Spruces. It’s a scout task, so I mentally bookmark it for later. First, Fallen Powerline.
I reach the task marker, accept it… and immediately regret it. I need concrete blocks, and from what I can tell, the only place that has them is in uncharted territory. Brilliant.
Time for an Upgrade
Back to the garage. I top off the fuel and swap out the scout’s tyres for 38″ AS II wheels. Big, beefy, and made for the kind of rough terrain that got me stuck yesterday.
Good news—they’re working. I scale the hill much more easily than before, retracing the route toward the Watchtower. I pass the turn-off for that and continue forward.
Bad news—the map claims there’s a path where my eyeballs clearly see nothing but trees, rocks, and despair.
The Path Less Traveled… Because It Doesn’t Exist
So, I make my own path. It’s slow going. The winch saves me more than once. Somewhere in the chaos, it dawns on me that if this scout gets stuck, it’s game over for this vehicle. There’s no backup. Nothing to rescue it. Just me, the hill, and gravity slowly eroding my optimism.
The end goal is in sight, but the terrain isn’t giving up without a fight. Every inch is a battle. Gravity starts to win. I start panic winching.
But I make it. Task complete.
Victory is mine—sort of.
Because now I’m sitting at the edge of a steep drop, staring into the void, and wondering…
Now what?
I have no clue how I’m getting down.
Next time: I either become a physics-defying downhill expert or I lose my scout in a deeply emotional farewell. Stay tuned.
Want to find out what happens? Read Day Three here.
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