
(These are pics of a hole in the ground. Got a better title I could use? :- ) )
FIRST PIC:
Flashback with me to 2000: Bought 8 acres of cheap poor land on which to build a home,
then said uh-oh. Every Spring, the geography of the ground to the South would pour water
into my basement, and I don't need a swimming pool.
Solution: Coughed up $600 of excavator time and carved out a 500 yard long deep semi-
circle drainage ditch around the home-to-be, almost on the South property line. Beautiful
excavator, the driver did a superb job, and I now have a lifelong fetish for heavy equipment.
The plan worked, we beat the water, ergo my home did not require built-in flotation
devices. Martha Stewart did a show about those once, didn't she?
Bonus: If I ever come under armoured assault from the South, that ditch is one king-
helluva good tank trap. Think security, folks, at all times. Dunno if this feature has done
anything to the property values, but still, there you are.
The problem: That ditch is now in the way of easy access to the top part of my land. Ie.,
where all the trees are, which are to be [sustainably] harvested for winter heating fuel, crackle
crickle burn.
Chainsaw and wheelbarrow were enough for the task over the past coupla years. The
trees were close enough, meaning humping a coupla tons of hacked-up wood into the shed
was easily doable if I took my time at it.
This year, dat strategy is a formula for death (esp. working in summer heat). The trees to
be harvested are too far away. Meaning that wheelbarrow must be replaced with some kind of
powered transport, which has been done.
Bought a used CASE Scout UTV, and do the Google thing if you wanna see what one looks
like. Honey, I shrunk the dumptruck sums it up nicely.
Now: What to do about that ditch? Followed after that by some light road building.
Sheesh. Is it just me, or is staying alive during the winter starting to chew up way too much of
my summers?
As shown to the left in pic #1, one plausible solution could simply be build a bridge. That
footbridge was done last year, and a thang of amateur engineering beauty it is, too. I'm quite
proud of it.
And: It cut down greatly on the amount of wheelbarrow humping. Long trips got shorter
by a good coupla hundred yards. (Several years back, put in another smaller bridge further
down to facilitate dog walkies).
But: Could not that footbridge be widened and reinforced? First thing everybody thinks of
[who sees that ditch].
Short answer: Not. Or not without some engineering involving concrete and steel. Wood
bridges age, heavy stress weakens them (ie., a fully-loaded UTV), then they become
dangerously weak and drop a fully-loaded UTV into a deep ditch. Uhhh...
A lot of money--and concrete--might give me a bridge that's reliable enough for the long-
term. That doesn't mean it would be easy, it has to be right the first time, and amateur
engineers should know their limits.
Upshot: That shovel and wheelbarrow to the left are gonna take a beating (me too). And
to the right is the cut in the trees that leads to the ditch. Once some more trees get cut. Sigh.
One more time with the darned chainsaw...
SECOND PIC:
And if that pick-axe survives I'll be astonished. This is a better view of the cut so far,
which needs to be 10 feet wide. Also gives a hint of a view of the ditch, which is a good 15
feet across and 7-ish feet deep. When filled, we gotta have a good 8 feet of width (UTV
wheelbase is 5-ish feet wide).
Ergo roughly 800 cu. ft. of dirt has to move from point A to point B and it ain't gonna
walk. Judging from the past week of warm-up, that earth-hacking tool and the shovel and the
wheelbarrow ought to be able to shift 20-30 cu. ft. of dirt per day. Assuming I eat a helluva lot
of carb-loaded pizza. The task is sizable, but not infinitely so, and might be done in three
weeks sez the foolish optimist.
Obviously, hire of a backhoe or buying a coupla dumptrucks loaded with yummy fill would
mean faster completion. The budget might allow for this. Mind you, the dumptruck idea has to
wait for June. Law sez heavy equipment can't travel on roads that're still a bit soggy from
spring run-off, lest the roads get cratered with *monsterous* potholes.
I wonder how they found out about this problem. Where exactly did you say your
dumptruck went missing...? :- )
Anyway. That pick-axe is actually a remarkably effective earth-hacking tool, and some
skill has developed over the years, ergo there's some confidence that this task is doable. 'S
also quite quick in dealing with stumps, and there's a lotta them. Better a pick-axe than
nuclear weapons, which on paper really aren't that tricky to build. I shall wisely resist the
temptation.
Faith can move mountains, it is said. Yeah sure fine, but if you want the job to go faster?
One word, my son: Plasti... I mean, pick-axes. Hand out a whole buncha pick-axes. :- )
THIRD AND LAST PIC:
Annnnd this is the crux of the biscuit, right here: A deep wide ditch. Pity the M1A2 or T-90
commander who doesn't watch where they're going. Never get out.
A week's worth of progress has been made, which is heartening. On the other paw, that's
about what a good backhoe could do in fifteen minutes. So let's not get too happy here.
Gotta do better next week. How much pizza can I snort down? (ie., earth-hacking fuel).
We shall see.
Yes, we shall see. :- )
May 6/17
fwbrown61
FIRST PIC:
Flashback with me to 2000: Bought 8 acres of cheap poor land on which to build a home,
then said uh-oh. Every Spring, the geography of the ground to the South would pour water
into my basement, and I don't need a swimming pool.
Solution: Coughed up $600 of excavator time and carved out a 500 yard long deep semi-
circle drainage ditch around the home-to-be, almost on the South property line. Beautiful
excavator, the driver did a superb job, and I now have a lifelong fetish for heavy equipment.
The plan worked, we beat the water, ergo my home did not require built-in flotation
devices. Martha Stewart did a show about those once, didn't she?
Bonus: If I ever come under armoured assault from the South, that ditch is one king-
helluva good tank trap. Think security, folks, at all times. Dunno if this feature has done
anything to the property values, but still, there you are.
The problem: That ditch is now in the way of easy access to the top part of my land. Ie.,
where all the trees are, which are to be [sustainably] harvested for winter heating fuel, crackle
crickle burn.
Chainsaw and wheelbarrow were enough for the task over the past coupla years. The
trees were close enough, meaning humping a coupla tons of hacked-up wood into the shed
was easily doable if I took my time at it.
This year, dat strategy is a formula for death (esp. working in summer heat). The trees to
be harvested are too far away. Meaning that wheelbarrow must be replaced with some kind of
powered transport, which has been done.
Bought a used CASE Scout UTV, and do the Google thing if you wanna see what one looks
like. Honey, I shrunk the dumptruck sums it up nicely.
Now: What to do about that ditch? Followed after that by some light road building.
Sheesh. Is it just me, or is staying alive during the winter starting to chew up way too much of
my summers?
As shown to the left in pic #1, one plausible solution could simply be build a bridge. That
footbridge was done last year, and a thang of amateur engineering beauty it is, too. I'm quite
proud of it.
And: It cut down greatly on the amount of wheelbarrow humping. Long trips got shorter
by a good coupla hundred yards. (Several years back, put in another smaller bridge further
down to facilitate dog walkies).
But: Could not that footbridge be widened and reinforced? First thing everybody thinks of
[who sees that ditch].
Short answer: Not. Or not without some engineering involving concrete and steel. Wood
bridges age, heavy stress weakens them (ie., a fully-loaded UTV), then they become
dangerously weak and drop a fully-loaded UTV into a deep ditch. Uhhh...
A lot of money--and concrete--might give me a bridge that's reliable enough for the long-
term. That doesn't mean it would be easy, it has to be right the first time, and amateur
engineers should know their limits.
Upshot: That shovel and wheelbarrow to the left are gonna take a beating (me too). And
to the right is the cut in the trees that leads to the ditch. Once some more trees get cut. Sigh.
One more time with the darned chainsaw...
SECOND PIC:
And if that pick-axe survives I'll be astonished. This is a better view of the cut so far,
which needs to be 10 feet wide. Also gives a hint of a view of the ditch, which is a good 15
feet across and 7-ish feet deep. When filled, we gotta have a good 8 feet of width (UTV
wheelbase is 5-ish feet wide).
Ergo roughly 800 cu. ft. of dirt has to move from point A to point B and it ain't gonna
walk. Judging from the past week of warm-up, that earth-hacking tool and the shovel and the
wheelbarrow ought to be able to shift 20-30 cu. ft. of dirt per day. Assuming I eat a helluva lot
of carb-loaded pizza. The task is sizable, but not infinitely so, and might be done in three
weeks sez the foolish optimist.
Obviously, hire of a backhoe or buying a coupla dumptrucks loaded with yummy fill would
mean faster completion. The budget might allow for this. Mind you, the dumptruck idea has to
wait for June. Law sez heavy equipment can't travel on roads that're still a bit soggy from
spring run-off, lest the roads get cratered with *monsterous* potholes.
I wonder how they found out about this problem. Where exactly did you say your
dumptruck went missing...? :- )
Anyway. That pick-axe is actually a remarkably effective earth-hacking tool, and some
skill has developed over the years, ergo there's some confidence that this task is doable. 'S
also quite quick in dealing with stumps, and there's a lotta them. Better a pick-axe than
nuclear weapons, which on paper really aren't that tricky to build. I shall wisely resist the
temptation.
Faith can move mountains, it is said. Yeah sure fine, but if you want the job to go faster?
One word, my son: Plasti... I mean, pick-axes. Hand out a whole buncha pick-axes. :- )
THIRD AND LAST PIC:
Annnnd this is the crux of the biscuit, right here: A deep wide ditch. Pity the M1A2 or T-90
commander who doesn't watch where they're going. Never get out.
A week's worth of progress has been made, which is heartening. On the other paw, that's
about what a good backhoe could do in fifteen minutes. So let's not get too happy here.
Gotta do better next week. How much pizza can I snort down? (ie., earth-hacking fuel).
We shall see.
Yes, we shall see. :- )
May 6/17

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Oh jeeze, don't give an amateur engineer ideas that he could do. Block off 20 meters
of ditch, line with concrete, and there's my swimming pool after all. Nonono...
Or in the winter, skating rink. What's the good of that? I can't skate worth a damn. :- )
A secret here: Amateur surveying was done to make sure the ditch slopes down to East and
West, to give the water somewhere to flow (and away from the basement). This filling-in is
being done at the highest point of the ditch, meaning isn't gonna dam up any water, which
will then continue to flow East and West.
And no, saying the word dam is not going to spark me off into thinking about the potential
for microhydro. Wait. Amateur engineer genes pinging. Augh!! Too late..!! :- )
fwbrown61
of ditch, line with concrete, and there's my swimming pool after all. Nonono...
Or in the winter, skating rink. What's the good of that? I can't skate worth a damn. :- )
A secret here: Amateur surveying was done to make sure the ditch slopes down to East and
West, to give the water somewhere to flow (and away from the basement). This filling-in is
being done at the highest point of the ditch, meaning isn't gonna dam up any water, which
will then continue to flow East and West.
And no, saying the word dam is not going to spark me off into thinking about the potential
for microhydro. Wait. Amateur engineer genes pinging. Augh!! Too late..!! :- )

Ah, I can see it, and it's worthy. Faster 'n cheaper 'n concrete, and a boatload
more maintainable. Ie., repairable. Sounds quite suitable for skimpy-bikini
pool parties, and interesting how that's the first thing that I think of.
As for who's in those skimpy bikinis, and how they're cut and fitted to accomodate
the lovely tails, we shall not comment further. How good are the pool filters?
(Shed fur: A problem non-fantasy pools don't have to deal with. :- ) )
That said, less all the diggng it took, plastic kit has other benefits. Build something
concrete in most places, and don't get it exactly right, and cold weather freeze/thaw
cycles'll eventually ruin the thing. There goes all your water.
The girls'll be so disapppointed. :- )
fwbrown61
more maintainable. Ie., repairable. Sounds quite suitable for skimpy-bikini
pool parties, and interesting how that's the first thing that I think of.
As for who's in those skimpy bikinis, and how they're cut and fitted to accomodate
the lovely tails, we shall not comment further. How good are the pool filters?
(Shed fur: A problem non-fantasy pools don't have to deal with. :- ) )
That said, less all the diggng it took, plastic kit has other benefits. Build something
concrete in most places, and don't get it exactly right, and cold weather freeze/thaw
cycles'll eventually ruin the thing. There goes all your water.
The girls'll be so disapppointed. :- )

Large ayuh on that. Time spent in San Diego was informative re. earthquake risk.
Lot less risk of that in Eastern Canada. We're comfy with the occasional hurricane,
thank you very much. That flippin' ditch has rilly paid for itself.
There are engineering methods to mitigate earthquake risk--for buildings, anyway--but
a pool, dunno. All I can see is a crew laying down a huuuuge bed of honking tough
springs in a hole in the ground, then pouring in the sloppy concrete to make
the pool.
Hey, bonus: Pool and trampoline in one. That fantasy furry pool party just just got
more fun. :- )
fwbrown61
Lot less risk of that in Eastern Canada. We're comfy with the occasional hurricane,
thank you very much. That flippin' ditch has rilly paid for itself.
There are engineering methods to mitigate earthquake risk--for buildings, anyway--but
a pool, dunno. All I can see is a crew laying down a huuuuge bed of honking tough
springs in a hole in the ground, then pouring in the sloppy concrete to make
the pool.
Hey, bonus: Pool and trampoline in one. That fantasy furry pool party just just got
more fun. :- )

Pardon me for arriving late but this ditch story is interesting, as is my case of irony for being interested in a ditch when FAWD lists thousands of people with more furry stories than I'll ever be able to read that are no doubt more fantastic than this. This title and the picture in the midst of endless listing had piqued my interest...
Wrote this 'cause work 'n things back in Spring got heavily disrupted by factors beyond
my self-control. Thought this ditch business was worth a write-up [to explain a bit about
why the disruption]. Worth the work, anyway, if hellish boring. Dig, dig, dig...
Still, got done, thus enabling several months of wood-chopping frenzy, pursuant to the
goal of not getting frozen solid by a Canadian winter. Dunno which got more exercise,
the shovel, pick, and wheelbarrow, or the chainsaw. Ferdamnsure I got more exercise.
Next year, guaranteed easier.
Although if I can write well enough to make a ditch interesting, then hmmm. Next novel,
let's do up something [furrily] exciting 'n dramatic about watching paint dry.
"Mr. Brown? The Nobel Committee for Literature is on line two and begging." "Well hell,
it's about time. What took them?" :- )
fwbrown61
my self-control. Thought this ditch business was worth a write-up [to explain a bit about
why the disruption]. Worth the work, anyway, if hellish boring. Dig, dig, dig...
Still, got done, thus enabling several months of wood-chopping frenzy, pursuant to the
goal of not getting frozen solid by a Canadian winter. Dunno which got more exercise,
the shovel, pick, and wheelbarrow, or the chainsaw. Ferdamnsure I got more exercise.
Next year, guaranteed easier.
Although if I can write well enough to make a ditch interesting, then hmmm. Next novel,
let's do up something [furrily] exciting 'n dramatic about watching paint dry.
"Mr. Brown? The Nobel Committee for Literature is on line two and begging." "Well hell,
it's about time. What took them?" :- )

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