This post is all about the Rock. And the poor fellas who got enlisted to get me the Rock.
I love rocks, and when a rather large one was discovered in the nearby brush and burn pile, I needed to save it. Bury it? Really?
So...go get the Rock, boys! Did I say nearby? Only just across the street and across two lawns...
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| Captain Peer and Grindstone Mike have a plan... |
Easy peasy- just tie the strap around it, hook it up to the truck and draaaaagggggg...
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| Strap broke- let's leave it here! |
No guys- can't leave it in the middle of the road!
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| All right, I'll tie it again... |
Persevere, men, persevere!
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| Snap! |
OK- let's try a new strap...
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| OK put 'er down here |
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| Groovy! |
Literally groovy- that's me trying to rake out the drag-damage on Mr. Fisher's lawn.
Have you ever seen such a beauty? We wet her down for this shot- she's all angles and granite and heavy! I love her!
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| Whew, what a job! I nearly broke a sweat overseeing this! |
