Hauling rock

Cleuson, on the far right, suggested that we take advantage of Mondico Jr. and his ox and cart to transfer a pile of rocks up to the Bosque reception center right away. Mondico was going to be out of town for awhile starting the next day. It was the only mode of transportation capable of getting down the side road, where we had left the surplus rocks many years ago when we built the roundhouse. Now the rocks were needed to build a set of steps going down to the bridge, a rather radical decline that was getting eroded away with the rains. Also a rather dangerous trek for us old people because of slippery mud and bare tree roots. Two loads of rocks were sufficient for the construction, which will begin in the near future when the mosquito infestation dies down.