Before we could break ground, we needed more of it. Dirt, that is. Lucky for us, there’s a mound not far from the building site.
A wheelbarrow worked for the potholes, but not to the extent we needed.
The Conway Home Depot rents Bobcats for $249 + tax, and we would have had to haul it an hour both ways. We hoped we could do better by going local, so we called the first place that came up on a Searcy Google search and reserved one at a considerable discount, quite proud of ourselves.
Saturday morning Chuck and his best friend Dan pull up to a sketchy-looking house surrounded by a fence and a series of piecemeal shacks. It was a junkyard minus the Rottweiler.
The exchange went something like this:
Chuck: “Hello, I’m here to pick up the Bobcat.”
Chuck: “Yes, I called yesterday to reserve one for this morning.”
Man: [Blank look.]
Chuck: “I spoke to Curtis?”
Man: “Oh. Well, I’m Curtis.”
It turns out that the Bobcat was ready, but the trailer was in a shack, parked behind a forklift that, they soon discovered, was out of gas. That wouldn’t have been a problem had Curtis not directed Chuck to fill it up with a gas can that turned out to contain pink liquid and that would have to be siphoned before the forklift could be moved.
We were lucky that our work day turned out to be cloudy and an unseasonably cool 86 degrees because it took two hours just to rent and load the Bobcat.
Driving one of these things is a lot harder than it looks.
And for future reference: they won’t go in reverse unless you first pull forward. It was sort of a metaphor for our day: going in the opposite direction before any ground could be gained.
While the guys figured out how to operate a machine whose switch labels had long worn off, my friend Laurie gave me ideas for laying out the future garden, taking a page out of the permaculture playbook, such as planting parsley, Echinacea, eggplant, and other herbs around trees to create their very own microclimate. We also scouted out strategic places for a fir and a fast-growing hardwood to create greater seclusion in front of the cabin. She also advised that the number of old, rotting trees on part of the land will make great fertilizer at the bottom of a raised bed. I could almost feel my brown thumb turning green.
Once the guys got the hang of operating the bucket via pedals and the right angle at which to charge the pile, we spread the dirt.
It took surprisingly little time to complete the task, so after a hard-earned lunch break, we finished out the driveway. Like the foundation of our cabin, the driveway will need gravel, but now it’s at least level with the ground around it.
We left feeling pretty triumphant, even if later I discovered that I had provided a host of mosquitoes with their daily dose of iron. I had so many bites that they blistered—it felt like chicken pox all over again or the time I somehow managed to get poison ivy on my back. I’ll remember to re-apply the bug spray more frequently, and in the meantime, I’d like to give a shout out to my new best friend, the oatmeal bath.
3 thoughts on “Hauling Dirt”
Paulette, you look like you were born to drive a Bobcat!
Your work looks great! Dad
Why don’t you look adorable in the belly of that Bob Cat.
Bob Cat? Whaaaat???
Hugs, we miss you!
Aw, thanks! I definitely screamed a lot when I first hit the throttle–it bounced like a carnival ride. Hugs to you too! Hope everything is going well. Miss you!