Rock: 2 Jason and Melissa and any plan they come up with: 0
You have no idea, none, how sick I am of this stupid rock. For those of you wondering what on earth I am talking about you should read the first post on our encounter with this rock. As you know this rock already defeated the 4 ton Ditch Witch. We called in the big guns. The guy with the backhoe (I should add here a very LARGE backhoe) came yesterday. He started pounding away at this rock with his large backhoe. I'll sum it up with the following score:
Rock: 1 Backhoe: 0
Someone in the comments section said she and her husband graded rocks using the system of "softball, basketball, volkswagen." I would like to add MACK TRUCK to that grading system. After never finding so much as a pebble at the new farm we find ourselves to be the proud owners of the Mack Truck of rocks. Reminder: a couple THOUSAND fence posts, 1 barn, and 3 run-in sheds later not so much as a piece of gravel. And now Jason has met his nemesis.
You have to understand, Jason hates rocks. He hates rocks of all sizes, from the softball to the Mack Truck they are all evil in Jason's world. We spent years searching for a farm because after the last few years of dealing with the family farm and its abundance of rocky soil Jason made a Scarlett O'Hara vow. Except instead of saying "as God as my witness I will never go hungry again" Jason modified this to "as God as my witness I will never pick up another rock again."
Needless to say the Mack Truck of rocks has wiped the smug smile off of Jason's face - the one he used to have anytime he bragged about his beautiful topsoil. The irony of it all is that this rock is located in top soil. Even the backhoe guy couldn't believe it. He kept saying "we're still in topsoil, this shouldn't be here." Uh, look dude, we've already discussed extensively that this rock shouldn't be here, you're here not to tell us the obvious but to get the #$%^&! thing out.
He starts pounding away at this thing with the bucket. Literally pounding at it. After a loooong time (and of course we have to pay for this by the hour) and much pounding he's managed to break off four large sections of this rock and we're nowhere near the bottom of Mt. Rock. After getting these four pieces of it busted out all progress stopped. It didn't matter what he did, how much power he put into it, how many times the big bucket slammed into this thing it wasn't budging or breaking. And it was too big to attempt to lift out of the ground even with the big backhoe.
Finally the backhoe guy waves the white flag at the rock and surrenders. We had already tried to go around the rock with the ditch witch this weekend in the area to the right in the picture above. They ended up having to trench a little detour to the left in the horse pasture. No rock there. It took a few minutes to dig the detour trench, the water pipe was put in, the trench was covered back up, and the water line was ready to go.
Then backhoe guy had to leave as he had another job to get to. He had anticipated only being at our farm for a short while. Just get the rock out, easy as pie, done. Hahahahahahaha. A few hours later he has to go and we're stuck with pieces of this boulder blocking the area where the gravel guys were supposed to start extending our driveway. I guess that has been delayed until backhoe guy can come back and drag/push our boulders off to the woods or something.
There is a lot I would like to say here but I won't. I could mention that we really didn't have to go to all of this trouble since we had already gotten down far enough with the Ditch Witch to bury our water line before we hit the rock but I won't. I could mention that we could have just tried to trench around it on both sides, not just one, with the Ditch Witch but I won't mention that either. I could mention that not only have we paid for the ditch witch and several hours with the backhoe, but now we're going to have to pay someone to bring in a load of soil to fill in the crater left by the removal of the boulder-sized pieces of this rock, all over someone's fixation with water lines being 2 feet in the ground. But I won't mention that either.
In other news related to this freaking water line it is finally in and ready to go. Of course given how other things associated with this line have gone this didn't go just as smoothly as it could have either. Jason was working away in the ditch getting filthy and gross while doing all of the plumbing to tap the new water line into the old one. Then there was a small problem.
Rocky and Clayton Chili taking a nap Rampal and Johnny Mina watching Jo and Jason . . .
Sorry about the rock. I was wondering whether you'd just go around. :)
I (lone female) just spent a lovely morning with my dad and two other guys planting several 350 - 400 pound trees sans large machinery. Nothing but hand tools and a wheelbarrow.
This required balancing tact, gender sensitivity and flexibility of thought with a decent grasp of physics (inclined plane + gravity). Wish I had it on video. ;)
I can't stop laughing. Jason is a saint to let you take pictures of him with that look on his face.
If you think Jason looks unhappy in that picture, you should have seen his expression when he realized I had taken his picture. If looks could kill I would be dead. Very, very dead. As I said it has been a trying week. :)
Jason and I also have lots of experience with trees. Planting trees, dealing with huge old trees that have fallen down, etc. I swear we need our own reality TV program. People could watch us and go "wow, life could be worse, I could be those poor slobs trying to make a living by working on a farm together."
hahahaha oh this post was a wonderful brightener to my day!!!!
So sorry about the boulder! I know just how you feel. Peter and I have felt just that way many times over the years renovating houses and doing what we do. Some day you will laugh about it and it's a great story to tell!
You've made me nervous now. We have a no-rock farm. If I need a rock I have to go to a friend's farm to get one. "Don't lose my rock!" is an oft-used phrase around here. But we plan on replacing our front fence this year, posts and all. If we hit rock I won't be laughing for sure!
Oh, that's so funny! (sorry to be laughing at your ordeal which I'm sure has been anything but funny).
Just wait, sometime, something is going to happen that will make you happy you buried those water lines deeper. Can you even drive over pipes buried less than that? I'm Canadian, what can I say?
I say you should put those slabs to good use somewhere on the farm. They've earned their place and they serve as good reminders not to take anything for granted! Bet Mina and Joe would like to climb on them. But I'm biased, my husband is a geologist.
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