Yesterday I left off where I had entered the Lost World of Otter Creek Canyon…
Within the few minutes (actual time) of leaving the top of the steep canyon where sagebrush blooms alongside cedars and mule’s ears and prickly pear make their appearances as garnishes… we end up here…
An entirely different ecosystem.
Full of shrubs and a large variety of trees, grasses, and mosses.
The air is thick with humidity… you can “feel” the air you breathe…
The scents lay heavy… mint… pine… loamy soil… it envelopes you.
Otter Creek is crossed 24 27 many times…
Delicacies abound…
Chokecherries (there is NOTHING like chokecherry syrup on pancakes…)
Blueberries…
Raspberries…
Even escargot! Ha… NO WAY!
But we were here to work, remember?
So the elbow goes on the outlet pipe…
The “new” tank is unloaded and hauled into place…
The place where the old rusted tank sat is widened and rocks are set for the base of the new tank.
An angle cut is made so the new pipe fits with the old pipeline.
The joint isn’t welded, but wrapped with inner tubing and wired in place…
A little grinding before the outlet pipe is connected…
Lastly, a bag of concrete is poured into one end… which will hopefully force water towards the drain, so water doesn’t sit in the tank and rust it out…
That was all we accomplished that day…
We’ll return… perhaps add some more concrete… connect the pipes… and see how badly it leaks! We also will run power down to our new pump to supplement the ram pump… but we’ll save that for another day. Or two.
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