The day we got gas

When we got back to the land, J.C. had dug the trench for the propane. We crossed our fingers. The last time we tried to have propane delivered, the roads were so muddy the propane truck couldn't make it up the hill, and the ground was too muddy to dig the trench.

We were supposed to get more rain on this day, but so far, the sky was blue and dry.





The propane truck showed up in the late afternoon. Gerald showed them where we wanted to place the tank, and the guys surveyed the area but determined they couldn't set the tank until the site work had been done.









But they set the line so we could have it inspected, which was important. Our hope was that we could have the line inspected the next day, and J.C. could backfill the trench before he took the backhoe to Missouri for Paul after Christmas.

The propane guys left the tank near the transformer until they could set it.