While it is difficult to get a sense of scale from these pictures, the trench comes up to my chest, when I'm standing in it, and the mounds of sand are about 4 - 5 feet high, when you're standing next to them. It took about a week to have it dug - not the actual labor, mind you (which took about 3 hours or so), but to get someone out here to dig it. Specifically, the someone we had already hired. As in all of our endeavors thus far, all subsequent work was dependent on getting that finished. . . so, we waited. Once we had our trench, then it was a matter of 4 days, or so, of work and voila:
outside light and outlet
Now, during this process, it was understood that the people who had dug the trench would return to bring water down to the shop. After numerous unreturned phone calls, however, it became clear that this was not going to happen. With some discussion (and time being of the essence, as we are getting ready to move all of our stuff from Seattle this weekend), we decided we would do it ourselves. After copious reading online and discussions with his dad, Tres and I hit the home improvement store and bought a bunch of PVC and glue, then spent some time on the weekend gluing it together and laying some of it in the trench (poor boy had to dig a portion out by hand, as our master diggers had failed to make room for a drain pipe). It was stinky, but, I thought, kind of fun.
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