Another weekend, and more messing with trenches. Someday, some sweet day I will spend my time in the topsoil and not 3 feet deep in the clay. Not yet though.
After making the decision to run power from the street we thought we had everything buttoned up and had an electrician install a service panel in the barn. We have a trench right up to the side and I prayed it would be the last trench we dug on the place. That was not to be.
Mistake number 1
The power company provided a note requiring 2 inch conduit at 42 inches deep up to the transformer. Check. Installed. We then ran 2 inch conduit up to the barn and backfilled it about half way. In classic (for us) trench and conduit form we were informed by the power company that we had to run 3 inch conduit from the transformer to the service in the barn. This after the electrician and the county inspector had signed off on the job. So I took a day off work and began the process of digging out the stuff we had buried. Dig a hole, fill it back in, dig a hole.
In the mean time… we began the process of getting our septic in. We are installing two tanks and a pump tank farther downhill. The first tank comes from the barn and is our backup in case we have the wherewithal to transform the farm prep area into a formal commercial kitchen… it would need a separate infiltration field but getting the tanks in first is the big ticket item.
Once again, our best friends S and J (that’s not S btw – it’s J’s brother) came to the rescue to help out. Thank goodness one of us knows what he is doing.
That’s the pump tank a few hundred feet downhill from the septic tanks. The strip of dirt is the backfilled power trench.
Back in the trench
L showed up with lunch and afterward we started heating and bending the 3 inch pipe to conform to the side of the trench. Our goal was to keep the power line as far away from the phone line as possible to limit the amount of interference. Hot pipe was lowered into the trench and held in place until it cooled.
Then came the tears and the blood boiling
I had a detailed discussion with the electrician about the conduit running through the concrete pad and had clearly labeled it. Duly ignored.
I have to get water out to where our future home will be built and the bay on the left was dedicated for that. The electric service is in the wrong spot by a whole bay. We have a call out to the electrician but I have a sneaking feeling I will have to bore through the concrete and dig yet ANOTHER trench to get the water line out of the barn to the future house site. I don’t mind so much when I screw up but when paying someone else top dollar and things turning into more work for me… that’s another thing. I was upset, which upset L, which put a cloud over the rest of the day. There were plenty of clouds already and mud, and blood (boiling) and a couple of tears.
When we finally made it back home exhausted I made an offering of L’s favorite comfort food – macaroni and cheese – to make up for bad behavior on my part. Forgiveness may be cheesy but it feels good and warms the belly. L puts up with a lot, she deserves every bowl. with extra cheese.
The electrician will get an earful though.