Ten-degree waypoint. 30 degrees remaining. 92% complete. Struggling on through the pain. I fell off a cliff and landed on a neck brace. Not quite at the "For God's sake look after our people" stage yet.
Even the hills to the West have Sol shining on them, and this is the scene to the North. Well, I did say to the terminator: "I'll be back."
(Don't punish the punnish, it's all we have)
At this time and location, Sol had an altitude of 1 degree above horizontal. I need no constellations to steer by any more. Sol will orient me after a spin.
The circumnavigation of Mercury: waypoint is (0,-131)
Watching this back, it illustrates a universal truth that you need to do a job twice; the first time you learn how to do it, and the second time you do it properly.