Yesterday was another day getting close and personal with the pick and shovel. If you haven't seen it, don't miss my earlier post about the irrigation plumbing work that was long overdue, and somewhat tragically wasn't able to get done.
I thought I had a good idea of where that line might be, I mean, c'mon, it has be be right around this area somewhere!
The strategy was to sink a couple of holes where I thought the line might be, and then trench around in each direction a bit until I hit the line. Once I located it, I could cut it cleanly and glue a cap onto it.
After digging down anywhere from 16 to 20 inches (41 to 50 cm), making a trench that was getting way too long, and spending a good few hours on a serious upper body workout, I never stumbled across it. Finally, it was getting later in the afternoon, I didn't want to get too overworked on this Sunday before going back to work tomorrow, so I forced myself to stop. Part of the decision to stop was from frustration. And despair. I felt I could keep going and going, and never hit it. And if I never came across it, there would always be a question in my mind, Did I go down far enough?
Decision was made to leave the trenches and holes open and call around a bit to see if there's a tool at a rental house that might help in locating that plastic pipe. Or perhaps I could call a plumber or contractor and get some advice. Or perhaps if I let the problem bounce around my subconscious for a few days, a fabulous idea may pop up.
Here's hoping that great idea finds its way into my head within the next couple of days!