The Dirt on the Digger

To continue work on the yard I decided to get crazy with the chainsaw and transport all the logs bits into a giant pile on the southwest corner of the estate. One truckload at a time using sheer dedication and brawn to clear the path for the unrighteous digger to clear the stumps.

The digger finally came after a long wait, I was so excited to start ripping up the dirt I made a complete mess of the front yard trying to dig out three measly stumps. It was a little humbling to see the stumps with the labyrinth like network of roots keep themselves fastened to the earth while resisting the power of the heavy equipment.

This giant stump was kind of a big deal for me. This stump along with his 2 neighbors took the better part of an hour for me to dig out, in their stead they left a giant pit of danger that I was too afraid and inexperienced to fill in being so close in proximity to the house.

After leaving the mess in the front I headed to more fertile ground and dug the biggest pit the digger could handle, about half way through digging this hole I figured that I could put the septic tank in it.

The septic tank was very heavy about 700 pounds and Amy refused to have a feats of strength activity session with me out in the rain so I comissioned the small volvo to tow the giant tank between the giant pit and the house, the 4x4 truck was a little too wide and valuable to risk falling into the pit.

I don't think science has taken note of a very special phenomenon called pit gravity. It seems when you are maneuvering a car around a giant pit there is a natural force that moves the car precariously close to the pit.

The tank somehow by the grace of god slid past the pit and within reach of the digger. It was hooked up and buried without incident.

After a few more hours ripping up the earth with the digger I started to feel like and old pro, or as the dirty rednecks that drive these things for a living would say... "like an extention of my body" I dug out stumps right and left piled them up, unpiled them, tried to light them on fire, hide some in the bushes, then I dug a giant pit and buried the rest of them.. Lots of giant stumps with roots attached are hard to get rid of.

The gravel company couldn't get the drain rock to us in time so the project will have to wait until next weekend to be complete. Amy and I are up in Anchorage at the Offret house while I attend a week long how to drill oil in the north slope training seminar.