After a week of hauling sandstone slabs and ‘field’ boulders the new front walk and steps are taking shape at my latest project. It’s not even close to what I first visualized but then I never know what I’m going to end up with. The rock I find dictates what I do. My job is to listen to them when they suggest where they want to go. The big ones have a habit of pulling my chain though. I swear I can hear them laughing after working to place them in one spot and then finding out it doesn’t fit.
My eyes are bigger than my truck.
Custom cut to fit – in the truck.
It’s just the beginning but so far my little Ford Ranger has hauled more than 10 tons of material to the site. The heaviest load weighed in at 1480 pounds. No wonder both our backs are feeling bent out of shape.
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