Here's a picture taken about 2 hours into my work on Saturday:
I always feel about three times my age the morning after this type of work.
There was a small pile of stones beside the springhouse left over from earlier work, but I used those quickly. So my work on Saturday was puncuated by trips down into the creek bed to find new stones and then lugging them up to the springhouse. A couple of times I had to interrupt Charles's work on the shed to have him move a stone that I simply could not handle.
Here's the same walk pictured above (from the opposite angle) taken about four hours later:
This next picture was taken about mid afternoon. I was standing just inside the springhouse door to get this view. The walk pictured above is the one that goes to the left in the picture below:
An end-of-the-day overview is next:
The blue tarp is covering a large pile of dirt. (You can see by the depth of the stone walls how much we had to dig out to make the new stone walks level with the threshhold of the springhouse's door.) The tarp and dirt will probably have to stay put until we begin the gargantuan task of rebuilding the stone bridge.
As I put this post together tonight I decided to dig back through some earlier pictures of the springhouse. I'll close with a springhouse picture taken on October 17, 2009:
There's a lot more work to be done to this little building, but when I opened that last picture I realized anew just how far we've already come.