Wow, what a difference a few hours makes! This afternoon around 3 or so, we went down to see what had happened since late morning. Thurman and Chad had gone (Chad had a dental appointment), so we drove up to the water tank site to see what they had done. It was the first time we were able to get the car that far up the hill, and there were a few obstacles to avoid, like deep holes where rocks used to live that hadn’t yet been filled. What a nice level place to park!
On the way up the hill, we couldn’t miss seeing a whole huge heap of gravel, nice round river rocks, waiting to be soaked in the overflow of the new septic tank. I had no idea it would be so much! It’s going to take a mighty long trench, mighty deep, to hold that much stuff. We will have a lot of dirt to deal with once the tank and leach lines go in. So what do we do with all that dirt? If we could afford it, that much good clean dirt would certainly be welcome on our road. Over the years, our road in and out of here has been washing away with each hard rain storm. Roads should always be higher than the ground they’re built on, but ours is slowly becoming more of a canal than a road.
Or we could use the dirt to make a miniature duplicate of the surrounding mountains. That way if it’s a foggy day, we can still see, close up, the familiar skyline we see on clear days. Or we could sell the dirt on eBay and use the money to get my head examined.