At some point, right around here, I started thinking maybe it would be best to plan a mud wrestling competition to help offset the cost of the pool. I had it all lined up with an announcer, someone to sing the national anthem, live streaming with the GoPro, referee costumes and whistles. I guess it must have been a slow day at work because everyone wanted to help plan the party. But when I got home Mike had pumped all the water out and my mud pit was ready to get a little deeper.
Bummer. No mud wrestling event. Over the next three days the pool was dug. Through it our dump truck got stuck three times at the dump site and took 2 hours to get it out each time. Maybe we were stupid for trying to dig between rain storms. Maybe we would have been smart to capitalize on it a little and build some epic memories (mud pit wrestling)…but the hole is dug. The end.
The rebar began just as the dig was ending.