Tonight’s an hour shorter than usual — “spring forward” and all that — so I’ll keep this brief.
Another half-inch of rain last night was good for the aquifers, of course, but it (and what fell earlier) also left the ground nice and soft. I judged this the perfect day, then, to remove embedded rocks from our trail to the White Rock fire pit.
The goal was to make the path easily navigable with the wheelbarrow or, on occasion, a four-wheeled cart. It may be the only trail we groom this way, and though I knew it’d be backbreaking work, the track is short and the results, I predicted, would be worth the effort.
Like many other projects I’ve done around the homestead, this one consumed four hours. I applied shovel, hoe, digging bar and rake to rocks and dirt, and I broke out loppers and a chainsaw when I needed to zig around big chunks that simply wouldn’t budge. I even employed a three-pound one-hand sledge to pulverize embedded stuff until it was flush with grade.
Deb and I are both happier with the walk to White Rock now that the trail is free (mostly) of hazards. It was a good investment of my time and labor.
Tomorrow, I think, will bring more of the same — sort of.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB
*Because “bird brain” (meaning “stupid”) isn’t just an expression — it’s a fact of nature.