Twostep
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But they do not go flat on you when you are on the bridge with a full load.Thinking about that. Pros and Cons seem to be pretty equal, performance wise.
But they do not go flat on you when you are on the bridge with a full load.Thinking about that. Pros and Cons seem to be pretty equal, performance wise.
Exactly. The replacements should be delivered today.But they do not go flat on you when you are on the bridge with a full load.
What you are dealing with may only be the tip of the rock. Please do not go the dynamite route. it may be easier to go around it. give it a name!Exactly. The replacements should be delivered today.
Bridges and ramps are complete. Now working on removing a very large rock out of the middle of the path. Maybe rent a block and tackle from the local hardware? It may be easier to just build something around or over it? Have dug out around most of it, using a 12 lb. pry bar but it just won't budge. This may be a losing battle. Will work at it more today. I don't like giving up but that may be the only choice.
I am so proud of you! What are your plans with the rock?Me vs Rock: I won. It ended up being over 2 feet in diameter. Determination won and it is now out of the path, which is filled in with smaller rocks and dirt. That project is finished.
I have been working on the remains of the old barn tear down, cutting and disassembling large pieces (walls and roof) to make it easier to carry them out of that area. Finished that today and the guy is coming tomorrow morning to haul it all away. I will say this: that barn was not only a hot mess, it was just absolutely nasty. Wait. Nasty! Three 42 gallon bags filled with insulation that rodents had taken over. I have never seen so much rat/mouse poop. Mask, glasses, gloves, well covered and it was all I could do to keep from gagging. As a trauma nurse, I have been up to my elbows in blood and guts but nothing was as bad as this.
When that was finished, I came back to the house, stripped down to skivies at the front door leaving outer clothing outside, came in and showered, then went back out and hosed down those clothes, hanging them on the fence to let the sun shine on them. Once they were mostly dry, they went into the washer and dryer. The power tools were left outside in the sun and anything that could be washed down (pry bar, hammer, etc.) was. Even the boots were power washed.
There is nothing I can do about what is in the grass and dirt out there, maybe hose it down? Tape it off and designate it a haz mat zone? I know, I know, it's all organic but yuck! Maybe rent a tiller and till it under a few inches? I will be so glad when this project is finished!
Next is the siding. At least that should be a pretty clean project. I hope.
It is living a few feet off the path near its brethren. They are all over the place. It's just part of the natural geography here. Life revolves around them. The word "dig" makes everybody cringe.I am so proud of you! What are your plans with the rock?
Nature will take care of what is left of your hazmat zone. A couple of down pours will wash it away.
I was reminded about the virtue of patience Sunday night. Pulled a muscle in my back and it is not happy.It is living a few feet off the path near its brethren. They are all over the place. It's just part of the natural geography here. Life revolves around them. The word "dig" makes everybody cringe.
As for down pours, we don't get much of that unless it is white. Summers are pretty dry. There are many bits and pieces of paint chips, insulation, plastic, all kinds of stuff that is too small to rake up. Will work on it after everything is gone and out of the way. Tilling it under is appealing but you can bet there are more Rocks to be avoided, many not visible on the surface, so that may not be a good idea. Letting nature do its thing may be the best route. The perfectionist in me needs to learn patience.
Love it! I think your boulders are related to my boulders. Your garden area is gorgeous, btw. The one where your dog is standing on the rock is about the same size as the one I had to dig up and move. About 8" of it were visible above ground, the rest was buried. I dug out as much as I could around it, slammed a 12# pry bar down into that trench, pushed/pried with all my might, and when it moved just an inch or so, would quickly stuff a small stone into the gap. I would line up different size stones at the edge and quickly push them in with my foot since both hands were hanging on for dear life to that pry bar.Well done. I know very well what it takes to move a large boulder. I hired a team of four strong young men to install three of them in my garden with the largest weighing 1500 pounds. I'd hoped to have the gentleman-customer experience but it soon became clear that it wasn't going to happen without my throwing my minimal strength into the effort too. Here is my old dog Fletcher sitting on probably the largest one back in January of 2010;
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Fortunately I had on hand a couple of salvaged ten foot lengths of four by twelve redwood which we were able to use as a skid and an old heavy plastic concrete mixing pan. The biggest one required that we wet the wood with the hose as we went with ropes pulling it from in front and digging bars prying from behind. When it came time to pass it between the birch trees we even used the wood skid for that and that brought its widest point to a place it would fit.
This is where the biggest one went.
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And here all three have been placed but the ground is still pretty torn up.
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And here is the same area more or less cleaned up.
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By February I had built and installed my redwood bench.
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By March it began to look like they'd always been there.
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@GoodEnuff if this is too much sharing in your diary thread let me know and I'll delete it, no problem. I never know how much back and forth is welcome in a diary thread.
the rock is about the same size as the one I had to dig up and move. About 8" of it were visible above ground, the rest was buried. I dug out as much as I could around it, slammed a 12# pry bar down into that trench, pushed/pried with all my might, and when it moved just an inch or so, would quickly stuff a small stone into the gap. I would line up different size stones at the edge and quickly push them in with my foot since both hands were hanging on for dear life to that pry bar.
No little old woman could work like a 20 year-old lumber jack the way you do. Mother Nature rues the day you quit smoking and walked outside.While I was dragging those dead limbs and such up the hill to the drop area, I happened to glance at my reflection in the window as I went by and it was scary. There was this little old woman limping past, hunched over, so pathetic! It was a shock to realize that was me.
Lol! What takes me all day to do, a young person would do in an hour.No little old woman could work like a 20 year-old lumber jack the way you do. Mother Nature rues the day you quit smoking and walked outside.