66 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I'm writing Sunday evening so I can get an early start on the pond in the morning while it's still cool. All that's left to do on the terraces is to clean them up and remove any dirt and rocks that have fallen from the terrace above. I'm almost finished with this phase.
Sunday began by working up wood, lots and lots of firewood. I completed the entire trailer full before noon, a record for me.
The wood storage area in back of the wood sheds is beginning to fill up. Another four loads will ensure we have enough firewood to burn for next winter with some left over. Add to that the planned hardwood and we ought to be good and warm for a long time to come.
Sargie and I took our usual ride today. Seems the billions of tourists that have invaded our area this past holiday weekend hadn't begun to leave. There were people and cars everywhere.
The folks who decorate Midsummer Sam had him all decked out for Independence Day. |
Back home, I was digging alongside one top terrace of the pond when the loose dirt let go and the backhoe began slipping sideways towards the bottom in slow motion.
My heart jumped into my throat as I hopped off the machine. If it was going to tumble sideways for twelve feet, I didn't want to be on it.
What to do. What to do? In the end, I hooked a logging chain attached to a come along from the tractor onto one leg of the backhoe.
After safely securing the backhoe, I got back on and slowly creeped ahead until the machine began to slip sideways once again. I quickly hopped off and took up the slack using the come along.
Slowly, but surely, I was able to get the backhoe back onto solid ground, inches at a time.
The rest of the day was mostly spent with shovel and pick in hand. The terraces are taking shape and hopefully, they'll be finished sometime on Monday. I want to be up and out the door before the sun gets too hot as the high is forecast to be 86 degrees.
It's time to get this uploaded then climb those long and lonely stairs to bed. I'll need all the energy possible tomorrow.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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