Mud and rain and rain and more rain

We had gone back to the Valley for a holiday dinner with the intention of returning the next day. But it continued to rain and the roads were difficult, and by the time Gerald was able to round up all the materials, it was mid-afternoon, so we went back up on Thursday morning instead.

We got as far as Yarnell when we got the call from the propane driver who was supposed to deliver our propane. He couldn't get his truck up the hill I had gotten stuck on. Gerald called Paul, who was up at the land, but he said that even if he pulled the propane truck up the hill, the ground was too muddy to set the tank. He couldn't even get the backhoe into that area to dig the trench. So Gerald called the propane driver back and said we'd have to reschedule.

When we arrived, we saw the results of the wind. We had been wondering whether to keep the screen room now that we had the house dried in. One zipper was broken and there was a tear in the top. Now the decision seemed to have been made for us.

We could see what Paul was talking about concerning the propane tank. Here are the ruts the backhoe made in that area.











And pools of water had formed.













We found Paul inside the house, with two helpers who he hired to help with the electrical work. This was Paul's last day on the job and he said he would work as late as necessary to get everything done. He worked until 10 p.m., and there was still work to do. But he had his helpers come back the next day to finish the rough-in electrical, and explained what was left of the plumbing to Gerald.