Back on the farm in Summer

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I trailered a towable man lift (bucket lift) from Georgia to New York. The thing that made it eventful is that I had to drive my truck. My 2017 Chevy 3500 HD service truck (with only 31k miles) is not my Tesla. I have grown very accustomed to the Tesla self-driving, navigation and general hi-tech luxury. The truck, although I am very fond of my truck, is stressful and expensive to drive compared to the Tesla. Being on the farm alone has been an eye opener. I had forgotten how quiet and in-nature this place is. Very occasionaly a car or plane comes by and disrupts the void, but only occasionally. It has been very reflective. It is the first time I have been up here from Georgia without a specific date I must be back for... or so it seems. "All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone."-- Blaise Pasacal mid 1600s. I guess I am working on humanity's problems. It can take a lot out of you. I feel good about some of the pics I ha...
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I started on the fence. I rented a good auger setup for the Bobcat. I had to enable the aux hydraulics and all that, but it is figured out and I am getting a process. I will be readjusting what I have in the pics today. I started in the back because I know I am going to get better results the more experienced I get. Setting all these posts in concrete is a real dilemma for me. It feels permanent. I have to get it right. It is just plain difficult. This morning I decided that this is another job that cannot be done with just one person. There are too many points to look for to make it true. Just like with all the other projects I have done, I am not going to be able to look at a fence the same way again. 89 more posts to go.

It is Field Day weekend as well. There is a Field Day radio contest thie weekend (almost all weekends have some radio contest). Field Day is a traditional time when amateur radio operators setup a radio station away from their normal station and/or get on the air using their own power. It is fun. I am monitoring 14.234 MHz for my chance to talk with the folks at the South Pole Station. The conditions haven't been right yet.


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