That is how my cousin described selling his house and building a new one in less than three months. In my own way (I'm neither as young nor as focused as he was then) my hair has been "Straight Back" for these last few weeks.
Today: I'm waiting for the cable provider to show up and pull their cable through the buried conduit. Hopefully the same crew can drop their overhead lines to both houses. Then I can push the old rotten poles over, pull off the defunct telephone line and saw the poles up for kindling.
What chaos in my truck and shop! For that matter there is over a thousand feet of chaos in the forest where we ran the ditching. The material we disturbed does not lend itself to neat backfilling. It is a mixture of sand, clay, gravel and large "Bones" (boulders too big to lift by hand) so trying to flatten it out is a bit of a challange. The big bones inevitably spring up as you "Back Blade" and dig new trenches or boost the machine and sit there with a major speed bump around them. Some of these rocks are too heavy for the little Hoe to push let alone lift.
So I've had nothing better to do while bouncing around on the machine than imagine what placed this odd mixture of dirt and rocks just where I decided to dig the trenches. I have done a bit of "Schoolin'" and worked as a field geologist in Mineral exploration. One interest that has stood the test of time is: Glaciation.
According to some researchers this area was covered with up to a mile thick ice field. The weight of the ice mashed down the land (and I'm thinkin' created the severely compacted "Hard Pan") then the glaciers melted away about 12K yag. and the land started to "rebound". Meantime the mass of ice in the (now named) Salish Sea (used to be: Georgia strait) was likely last to melt due to it's vast mass and the watersheds in to the sea would have brought all the gravels and stones I'm trying to deal with and set this material on the edges of the ice. More later - the dog is a total wreck. He can not stand to pee because his old method depended on the newly broken limb. I've got a gouge under my right eye which makes me happy that I never took to the stick on lenses - could not get used to poking anything in my eyes. I'm pretty sure the glasses deflected the stick to the cheek
|
Updated: 9:39 PM GMT on October 05, 2011
|
Permalink |
A A A
|
