Money Spent So Far:
$1000 + Cost of Property
Time Spent So Far:
Although we've cleared land before, I'm a big fan of learning new things, or at least improving old habits. So before starting to clear the Momplex Property I googled "how to clear land."
And this is what I found from wikiHow
The land we choose had been burned by wildfires in recent years, and the trees needing to be cut were all small poplars, near the end of their lifecycles. A bulldozer would certainly have worked, but we were hoping to salvage trees to compost for garden beds. And wanted to avoid huge unsightly berms.
Mulching would have been great because the soil at the Momplex is a clay dirt, not good for growing much. With my mom being an avid gardener, this is a problem mulching could help solve. But the cost of mulch clearing was in the thousands of dollars. And we are on a DIY budget.
So what's left?
Buy Some Goats.
Great idea? I thought so too. Fresh milk, fresh cheese . . .
Then again, maybe not.
How many goats would we need to clear this land before the snow flies? After figuring in the cost of the goats, the costs of fencing five acres, and then waiting on the goats to eat up five acres . . . there had to be something else instead of goats.
Well, there is.
Us. And a chain saw. So we got to work.
First, we've gotta do a before picture. Looking south, right where the Momplex will be built.
The Ram cut.
And we hauled. And cut. And hauled. And hauled and hauled. And hauled and hauled some more. This is what I saw at night, when I closed my eyes . . . trees for me to haul.
And after a full week of cutting and hauling, and more cutting and hauling, just when I was beginning to think why did we not just pay the mulcher guys . . . thousands is starting to sound like a bargain . . . I can't do this, not one more tree . . . it's so hot out . . . can I go make lunch now . . . the Ram must have felt sorry for me . . . because the most beautiful thing I've ever seen showed up.
Apart from my daughter. And possibly the mountain view. But seriously, I've got a thing for a strong arm and shiny teeth.
Big muscles are not overrated.
Don't get me wrong, I love and appreciate a man who isn't afraid of holding my purse for me.
But I REALLY love a man who can get a days worth of my personal torture done in minutes.
Thank you honey.
Now let's see why you really rented that . . . thingamajigger . . . for those of you who read Dr Seuss one too many times. To be continued . . .