Tires and tubers
The dog and I arrived at the garage at the appointed (early) hour. Time to let someone with a proper lift and an air compressor mount the winter tires. Close call; the “magic” key to the long lug nuts is MIA. Probably donated to the cause of my last tire place…
The dog insisted he would be proper company for the walk back from the garage. You know, in case of coyotes or a sudden find of yummy hound treats. As you can imagine, we just walked back; suitable traces were left along the way, in case he had to retrace the path by scent or something. And, happily, there were others willing to let the dog rule THEIR walk down the lane, while I went back to retrieve the car. I didn’t rely on markers.
My goal, today? Sort out the antenna sections and get started at installation. Right now, the base is bolted to the bar. Everything else is paused, while I try to figure out where my copper pipe for the groundplane might be. Went through a lot of boxes. If my search continues to do nothing more than waste time, I’ll move to plan B (where all the radials are tied to a common point made from whatever is available. This is true amateur time.
The potato harvest has started in the field below. The machines rolled in sometime in the early afternoon. We’re now an hour since sundown, and they’re still hard at it. Really surprising to see the quantity of tubers they’re pulling out.
