by Dominic Vautier
As the days and weeks of early spring 2002 gave rise to June rains, I noticed this gradual shifting around of earth in our front yard. Could it be aliens? Or perhaps some subterranean life form, like a giant Tremors type worm at work enjoying the soft, rich rock infested Bellevue earth, or perhaps an early sign that the planet is tilting more?
Not a bit of it. My wife Cynthia had simply decided that she wanted to lower the southern part of our yard by about 2 feet and needed a place for all the soil. Sometimes ladies with wheelbarrows can be a real challenge to life and limb (tree limb, that is).
|So it was with a great deal of trepidation that I awaited my unenviable fate of removing approximately 12 yards of really, really heavy, but clean fill dirt. Cynthia was more than happy to soften the dirt up a little bit with her trusty roto-tiller and a smile. But it seamed that the dirt was just as heavy as before.|
|So I go and rent this big, big old truck that can handle over two yards of dirt at a time. That's a lot of dirt.|
|It isn't too long before everybody joins in the fun and games.|
|Valentin becomes our backloader but soon looses himself in the sheer enjoyment of the moment. Why is it that kids and dirt go so well together?|
|We find this private camp just outside of Redmond
that want all the dirt we can haul. My first reaction was that the
place was a nudist camp, but Cyn thinks that it was more like a religious camp.
Here we see Cyn, Val, Gabriel's friend and Fiona hard at work. I had to stop my feverish work to take the picture, naturally.
|No. She's not pushing the truck.|
|Boy. This is so neat, and I'm even getting paid.|