* This is a short post.  Having completed this post and while preparing videos to place inside, the internet went wonky and the post was lost.  As in to quote Buzz Lightyear “GONE! ALL GONE!”  It was not be found in the web browser history, cache, or in deleted folders.  It was just gone. Poof. Two hours worth of work, GONE.  So yeah, this is a crappy post and I apologize *

Trench, trench, trench….all day long.  Once the finesse of the backhoe attachments was mastered, the trenching process began.   Trenching is not rocket science.  It is the same process over and over again.  Fill, dump, move, repeat.  Fill, dump, move repeat.  Fill, dump, move, repeat.  You get the drift, right?  Seriously, monkeys could do it.  Hell, they probably do do it.

But nothing is as it seems and everything takes longer than planned.  Trenching was scheduled to be completed in one long day but ended up taking two. “What took so long”? The sheer amount of trenching needed.  From the electrical panel to the well is 250 feet. From the septic to pad site for the Airstream is another 50 feet.  Then there are the bends and turns that cannot be done with the backhoe attachment.  These junctions were done with an old fashioned grubbing hoe and good ol’ manual labor.  Lots and lots of manual labor.

So no, trenching is not rocket science.  As it turns out, trenching is mind dead, ass-numbing, testament of the wills.  Fill, dump, move, repeat.  Fill, dump, move, repeat. Fortunately, it leaves lots of time for thinking.  One could use this time to solve world problems such as global warming.  Hell, one could use this time to solve Boxes in Fields problems such as NO WATER.  But no, the Planner used this time to play head games.  DitchRaces, to be exact.  I guess the time spent in his head was not a total waste of time.