It's a strange hobby my people have taken up in the past year. This whole thing about moving dirt, digging holes, filling in holes, building strange and unexplainable piles out of dirt, logs and rocks. It's quite odd. It's really beginning to get a little out of hand. The habit has become so consuming that they aquired a dirt dealer who is now hooking them up with dirt by the truck loads. Not only that but because they have so much of the stuff, they had to employee a mechanical excavator to help them build their little piles. I'm worried that this is becoming a problem. It's their week off, we're in beautiful Virginia hanging out with friends yet they are still playing with dirt. Are they going to trade me in for a dog made of dirt? Or perhaps one that is the color of dirt? Or kick me out of the car to make room for this new toy they are seen playing with in these photos? I'll keep you posted over the next couple days. Perhaps these piles of dirt will become something spectacular. If not, I am afraid we will have to have an intervention.
JW dumping the soon to be berm of a pump track
Anna scooping up some squishy red clay to turn into some rolly rolly rollers
It's starting to come together... or so they say. Keep checking for updates. The first pump track of 4 should be done in a few days.
