Running Water, Part 1

I am beat. Physically waisted. My good friend Thor and I rented a trencher this past weekend. He needed to replace a broken water line from his pump to a spigot outside his barn. I'm running water out to the barn. It's hard to believe that it's taken 12 years of filling horse buckets with a hose in the summer, and carrying 30 gallons or so of water from the house to the barn every day during the winter to finally get around to this.

Trenching is relatively easy - until you hit a giant rock and have to beat the snot out of it with a spud bar, or until you have to detour around an old and previously unknown buried foundation, or until you hit a steel pipe, etc., etc., etc. Of course, the phone line into the house didn't slow the trencher down much at all.

Then once the trench is dug, and the tubing laid, there's the task of filling the damn thing back in again. (Thank you Robin!) 350 feet of trench later, and all that's left is the in-house plumbing, and digging a big pit in the barn for the standpipe. Stay tuned for progress reports.