Not all of our holiday break time was lounging around the cabin vegetating to DVDs. This is a little sport we call “rock rustling”.
You see, our property sits flat, but falls away south of the cabin. We must be very close to the bedrock Coconino Sandstone (the thick white cliffs of the Grand Canyon are the same rock), so that you cannot stick a shovel in the ground without hitting rocks, from baseball sized nuggets to some pretty big honking boulders.
So this is a spot where we planned to plant our live Christmas Tree, and sure enough, while digging a nice planting hole, I struck one of the “big ones”, a boulder about 3 feet on the side. Working it loose was work enough, but then I had a 150 pound or more rock sitting in the bottom of a deep whole.
It was not going to be easily lifted out.
So this is where my wide and I act like city slicker cowboy and cowgirl. With some leverage of a pick, I get a rope tied around the subject, and we tie it to the back of the pickup, 35 feet away on the street. With some slow leverage (and 2 broken rope attempts), my wife drives the truck, Cadu the faithful dog watches from the bed, and the rock has been “rustled” up and out of the hole, clearing the way for a tree to grow.
The heck with learning objects and wikis and web pages, it is good to do some “real” work.
The post "Rock Rustlin’ at Strawberry Ranch" was originally emerged from the primordial ooze and first walked on land at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2006/01/rock-rustlin-at-strawberry-ranch/) on January 2, 2006.