Our gravel started its life today halfway up to Las Minitas, filling the truck to the brim.

Popped a tire from a rock somehwere between Buena Vista and Las Minitas, and that plan was kaputt.

Franklin, Juan and the others had to drive it back down the mountain, after changing the tire … with the gravel in it.

We'll do it all over again Monday. It's now living in a garden a few blocks from here so the truck doesn't sit there all weekend with what, a ton of weight? I'll ride in the back with it and the mason Monday morning.

We'll post the rope over the footprint, and start to dig some holes.

Holy 100 degree heat Batman.