When they named the mountains around here, the Rocky Mountains, they were right on the mark. There are a ton a rock around here. At least a ton where I’ve been trying to dig a few holes for fence posts. Yesterday we got 8 holes dug. I didn’t even rent an auger. There would be no point. The rock can be up to 8 inches across, which would make the auger very unhappy. Instead, I’m very unhappy.
It wasn’t all horrible. One hole only took maybe 10 minutes. That was the hole up next to the house, which was most likely in back filled dirt. The last hole took both Bill and I over an hour to dig. That is two man hours for one hole. We were probably working half speed by then, so it really was one man hour.
The cedar has to all be stained. I hate putting stain on such nice wood. It looks worse and is a hassle down the road trying to keep looking just okay. But, the neighborhood has some rule that all the fences look the same, so stain it is.
So, the winter is going to catch up with us. It is supposed to be nice the next two days, then snow and a high of the teens. That will put a damper on this project.
The upside to all this is that I don’t have to do any gym work now. Moving concrete and rock all day pretty much replaces that. I haven’t really been too sore, other than my one hand with blisters.
I haven’t noticed the altitude too much. But, I haven’t been walking up or down stairs or ride yet. I’ve received a few invitations to go out on group rides this weekend. Normally I would love to go out on new rides, but the weather has put a time deadline and riding is secondary. Hopefully I’ll get out on my bike one of these days. It is only the 3rd week of January.
Alright, have to get going. This 12 hour days turn this into Ground Hog Day.
It is not uncommon in Colorado to use a bit of black powder to make postholes. Beats getting blisters.
Too much manuel labor!
Blast away and backfill with rock shrapnel and concrete….
don’t let Bromont stray too far out into that open space. prairie dogs ain’t the only thing those coyotes are after.
One cold winter in Denver (2005/2006) all the neighborhood cats disappeared and a few dogs had to make emergency vet trips.