So we dug the hole for the outhouse, and we made sure it was plenty deep, or so we thought. I previously posted pix of my little guy standing in the ‘latrine’ hole. We busted our tail breaking up thick rock that was in our way. (That should have been my first hint of what was to come.)
No kidding. . . We would pick up that 28 lb. rock breaker, and I would literally just let it drop in the hole to try and get another chunk of rock broken off. My husband was strong enough to actually purposefully throw the rock breaker into the hole to break up the thick rock. We would take turns. I would drop it in. . . he would jab it in. SLOW . . . and TEDIOUS! SLOW. . . and TEDIOUS! But you know, slow and steady wins the race, right?
We dug and dug. . .and then we had weeks of not working down there because the weather was awful. Then we went back, and took a peek in the hole, just to make sure it was draining.
AND. . .
it . . .
was . . .
UH, can’t have an outhouse that doesn’t drain, right? Also, a true indicator of the type of “LOVELY” soil we have~~NOT! When soil does not drain, it means it is not healthy soil.
Back to the drawing board. . .
I have to say: “At least we determined this before we had the outhouse all put together and were trying to use it.” Right? Right!
Just “Thank you LORD!” for bringing all of the rain to show us what would happen if we continued with what we had planned. 🙂
Oh NO! What are we going to do?