Low Granite Massif #2

Making a Breakfast smoothy of melon and pineapple and fruity stuff, we were startled by a suddenly increasing whistling roar passing low overhead, and I went out on the deck to see the P-15 (I think) climbing vertically with a twist at the far end of the runway. Zoomie! Woot!
We started around 8:30AM leveling the top of the new section which is beginning to look like a Par-3 Hole #4 dogleg except its just brown dirt with no bend in it. There are a lot of semi-ancient roots coursing through the midst, annoying, so we began to til the soil-up and rake them out. Found some really big roots and hauled away!
In the middle and midst of all that I uncovered a few more buried 2×4’s, old redwood ones – and a section of white PVC irrigation line with a vertical stand-pipe that was capped-off and buried. WTF??! It was about four inches below grade and connects to other stuff, so I hope I didn’t damage it. We graded it out to all match-level, and put four cobble-type stones around it. Maybe I can hook-up a bird-bath?
To finish out the surrounding shape and keep the tanbark captured, I peeled up a few very large, heavy, flat rocks from other locations and situated them as stepping-stones for the “creek-crossing.” Another heavy hernia-stone was moved up the steps by the Little Green Death-wagon, and anchored to the corner.
And then at 9:30 it was 85° at and the sweat was pouring off. We laid down three bags of tanbark and it can hold more, but enough is enough! Lunch at Papa Gianni’s today, and a glass of Boger Pinot Gris is due…good stuff, Maynard!
After lunch we headed up Pleasent Valley Road to Diamond Springs and the commercial hub (ha!) of Missouri Flat Road, seeking a shop with an elusive garden bench. Under the canopy of big Redwood tree might be a nice location for a teak bench to sit and have morning coffee. We considered a stone bench but they’re heavy and not very comfortable, and rather permanent – it’s a matter of how to get rid of the damn thing when you tire of it? So teak it is, but nothing to find. A gas-station on the road told the time and temperature: 2:00 PM and 105° – and we had enough.


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