Not more than an inch under the surface my shovel comes to a complete halt. Clang! What the hell??? Apparently this entire corner of our yard is made of fill. Large chunks of old asphalt to be exact. Half an hour later I have scratched out a shallow depression. And I do mean to use the word depression. I stopped for the night, dejected and having NO idea what the heck I was gonna do.
Today I went back into it with new fury. Aided by an eight foot steel pole filled with dirt weighing in at a cool 40 lbs. I cut, pounded, chiseled and scraped my way into a two foot deep hole about 3 feet in diameter. My arms are toast! I will get back into again tomorrow and see if I cant get through the la brea tar pit layer down to some real dirt!
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