Mud Hole

All I accomplished for the past two days is pumping water out of the hole.  Here the pump is off to the left.  The green hose is the intake hose and the blue one is the exhaust hose, which is connected to a PVC pipe that goes out to the street.

The pump does a good job of pumping most of the water out of the hole quite quickly.  But unfortunately it can never pump all of the water out.  If the water is less than about three inches deep, it starts sucking air at the top of the intake strainer  (under water here.)  And if I remove the strainer, it starts sucking mud.

Yesterday I removed the strainer and got most of the water out of the hole.  But then I discovered that both hoses were packed with sand.  I had to spend more time getting the sand out of the hoses than I did pumping the water out of the hole.  Yet another problem that I didn't know about until it happened.  And then yesterday afternoon it rained again.  The rain not only puts water back into the hole, it also washes dirt into it and undermines the sides. The hole seems to have a will to refill itself.

Even when it doesn't rain, water seeps into the hole from the sides.  It is almost impossible to dig, because the water soaked sand and mud is so heavy.  I think I need a Bobcat.

Fantasy

A Hole Full of Water

A short but intense summer thunderstorm completely filled the hole (in its present unfinished condition.)
 
 

Looks like I better keep digging.

Getting to the Root of the Problem

Roots are a constant impediment to digging.  You can't dig the dirt because of the roots and you can't cut the roots because of the dirt.  Here I had to use the hand spade to remove dirt from around the root.  Digging with the hand space is easier than digging with the shovel, but it is painfully slow.

The big root was surrounded by small roots that get in the way, preventing me from using a bow saw to cut the big root.  First I had to remove the small roots using the wooden handle lopper and small hand shears.

Finally I could get at the big root with the bow saw.

Trophy

I'm thinking about having it mounted.

A Pleasant Surprise

Any time you take on a project to do something for the first time there are going to be surprises, most of them unpleasant.  Overall, my drainage project has been no exception, but yesterday was different.

Yesterday I decided that it was time to remove the old sump pump from the hole.

The sump pump is inside a barrel of sorts that is about the size of a big trash can.  I cut away the PVC pipes connected to the top of the barrel, removed the bolts holding the top to the barrel, and removed the top.  I could then reach into the barrel and remove the pump.

The barrel was sitting in about a foot and a half of water in the hole.  I pumped most of the water out of the hole so that I could dig the barrel out.  The bottom of the barrel was about two feet below the bottom of the hole.  I was faced with the prospect of making the hole about two feet deeper around the barrel in order to remove the barrel.

Digging, in general, is not much fun.  Digging mud is immensely worse.  The water soaked muck is heavy and tends splatter over everything.  There was no place to stand except in the hole, on the muddy bottom.  My shoes sank an inch or so into the mud.  After a bit of digging around the barrel, I decided to take a break.

When I returned, barrel had popped up and was resting on its side at the bottom of the hole.

The water pressure in the muck surrounding the barrel was evidently great enough to push the barrel up like a cork. 

 After pumping some water out of the barrel, I could simply reach down and pick it up.

Hole: Progress Report

I started this project about a month ago, and posted this early photo on Facebook.  The Hole

The original plan was to create a catch basin in the form of a cube 5 feet on each side, with concrete sides and bottom.  I wanted to provide a convenient means of access, for inspection and repair (unlike the old system, which had to be dug up for access.)  But I wanted to replace the brick pavers that you see stacked up beside the house.  

I dug the hole deeper and removed the PVC pipes that were part of a sprinkler system that we no longer used.

But about this time in early July we started having a lot of rain.  Good news: The hole did its job of protecting the living room from water.  Despite some of the heaviest rain in years, no water came into the house from the patio.  Bad news: the hole accumulates a lot of water every time it rains, which is almost every day, making it inconvenient to do more digging.

I did notice that after a day or so without more rain, most of the water soaked into the ground.  The idea occurred to me that maybe I don't need a sump pump in the catch basin.  Just leave the bottom of the hole unsealed and let the water soak into the ground.  With no pump, I don't need to worry about access for maintenance and repair, a big plus.  I could just install the grating for water to flow into the hole and put a permanent cover over the rest of it and replace the patio bricks.

During a pause between the rains, I bailed the water out of the hole by hand, and dug the hole deeper, starting to think about building the concrete walls.

Even though I had deleted the automatic electric sump pump from the plan, I thought I should have a gasoline powered pump to use in the case of a hurricane. A really heavy downpour, say 10 or 12 inches in a few hours, would probably fill the catch basin before the water could soak into the ground.  Even when I expected to have the electric pump, I thought I should have a gasoline powered pump as backup in case of a power failure.

The gasoline powered pump would have to be operated manually.  But it would be above ground, and would not be the maintenance headache that an electrical pump in the hole would be.  So I started looking at gasoline powered pumps.

Yesterday morning (Sat. July 27) I bought a gasoline powered pump at Northern Tool.

It took a certain amount of fumbling around to get the pump to work, but by early afternoon I had removed most of the water from the hole.  

By late afternoon it was back, even through there had been no rain.  Evidently the water table is about three feet below the surface in my back yard right now and I had now dug the hole deeper than that.  So rather than seeping out, water was seeping into the hole.  The idea of a five foot deep hole now seems like a really bad idea.  Especially if the intent is for collected rainwater to seep into the ground at the bottom of the hole.

So replan!  Plan C  (or maybe it's Plan D, I've lost track.)  is to make the catch basin longer and shallower.  Say 5' x 10' x 3'  vs. the original 5' x 5' x 5'.  That means pulling up more bricks from the patio.  (Expanding in the other direction is not feasible because there is a tree nearby.).

Today's task was to remove the bricks from a 4' x 7' strip of the patio.

It now occurs to me that I could extend the catch basin a few feet further and provide an access hole without having to deal with the patio bricks.  I could put an electric sump pump at this end, with a simple metal cover on the access hole.  And it would be right in line with the underground pipe that goes out to the street, which was installed for the old system.  
Plan E.

Getting Old

One of the more frustrating things about getting old is not being able to think of a name or word that you know you once knew.  For example, Sherry and I had breakfast this morning at Mimi's Cafe.  Mimi's tries very hard to be cool.  They demolished a perfectly good building on Dale Mabry Highway in order to build a new one in their corporate style.  They have New Orleans themed design with a lot of kitschy decor.  Pretty much the very model of a modern midscale restaurant chain.  I thought that I had read somewhere that they were owned by the same company that has a large chain of rather unpretentious restaurants that appeal primarily to the over 65 set.  But I couldn't think of the name.

This chain has restaurants all around our area.  We used to take my father to the one in Bradenton on Sunday mornings when we stayed overnight with him on weekends.  It's a name as common as Home Depot or Lowe's.  But I couldn't think of it.  I associated it somehow with Ohio, but that didn't help.  Farmland.  No help.  I knew the name of the restaurant was a man's name.  Ted Williams?  No, but something similar.  The name just wouldn't come.

I knew that I could drive directly to the restaurant in Bradenton where we used to take my father (assuming that it is still there.)  So the obvious solution was Google Maps.  Go to Bradenton in street view, drive to the restaurant, and look at the sign.

As soon as I sat down at the computer, I thought of the name:  Bob Evans.

I googled Bob Evans, and Wikipedia confirmed my recollection.  "The company he founded also owns Mimi's Cafe and Owens Country Sausage."  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Evans_(restaurateur)

Just curious, I decided to check Google Maps and see if I would have found the name that way.  I would have.  I went directly to the location in Bradenton where I remembered the restaurant being, and sure enough it is still there.

New York City

In order to have a full day to show Cian the sights of New York city, we made reservations there for two nights.  The plan was that Chris would drop the rest of us off at our hotel and continue to Connecticut in the car. He could get some work done and maybe visit with Shanna or Terry, and we could avoid the cost of parking in New York City.

Sherry and I had stayed previously at a Marriott Courtyard on 40th Street in midtown Manhattan and liked it.  So I went to the Marriott web site and made reservations for August 15 and 16.  Chris dropped us off at the hotel and continued to Connecticut.  But then the hotel clerk couldn't find our reservation.  Visions of a night on the street in midtown Manhattan start to dance through my head. Fortunately I had printed the reservation conformation.  Sherry showed them the printed confirmation. Turns out it was for a different Marriott Courtyard on 40th Street.  It had never occurred to me, when making the reservation, that there could be more than one Marriott Courtyard on 40th Street.  I just looked at the street name and made the reservation.

The hotel where we had a reservation was only eight blocks away, an easy walk even with luggage.  And this Marriott Courtyard turned out to be more or less interchangeable with the other one.  Sigh of relief!

I had asked for a "high" floor when making the reservation.  They gave us a room on the 29th floor, with this fantastic view:

Thursday morning, our major objective was the Empire State Building.  But the observation deck doesn't open for visitors until 10:00 AM.  So we took some time to walk around the area.  Our hotel was just east of 5th Avenue on 40th Street.  The New York Public Library is on 5th Avenue right around the corner.  The Library lions are one of my favorite New York City landmarks.

On up 5th Avenue for a quick look at Central Park, then back down 5th Avenue to 34th Street and the Empire State Building.

As I was taking this picture, someone on the sidewalk beside me asked me "Is that the Empire State Building?"  I felt like a real expert to be able to answer confidently, "Yes."

It took us about an hour to get to the 86th floor observation deck.  But the view is well worth the wait. Here are Cian and his dad on the north side of the observation deck.

View to the north.  The green patch near the center of the photo is Central Park.

Next objective: the Staten Island Ferry.  Far and away the best deal in New York City, at a cost of zero.  We took the subway from midtown to downtown and came up at Battery Park, a short walk from the ferry terminal.

A ferry leaves every half hour during the day (more often during rush hour), and a lot of people ride it. The crowd at the gate is not as oppressive as it looks.

We rode on the Spirit of America, which holds 4,427 passengers.  Despite the crowd at the gate, the boat was not at all crowded.  We were able to stand at the railing and get a good view of the downtown Manhattan as the boat left for Staten Island.

The ferry sails past the Statue of Liberty, affording a good view to any passengers who are interested.

The trip to Staten Island takes about 25 minutes.  He we are at the Staten Island port, looking toward the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.

BTW, this bridge does not cross the Verrazano Narrows.  In fact, there is no such place as the Verrazano Narrows.  The body of water, between New York's Upper Bay and Lower Bay,  is known as simple "The Narrows".  When the bridge was being built there was a controversy over whether to call it the Narrows Bridge, or the Verrazano Bridge, in honor of Italian explorer Giovanni da Verrazano, who was the first European to sail into the bay.  They settled the controversy by naming it the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge.


Docks at Staten Island.

I was drawn by the visual rhythm in this scene.

We took the next ferry back to Manhattan, and started toward our next objective, the World Trade Center.  We happened to pass the famous Wall Street Bull.  Unfortunately so surrounded by tourists that I couldn't get a good picture of it.

One World Trade Center, the building previously called Freedom Tower, under construction.  Although unfinished, it is now the tallest building in New York City.

Nice dinner at Church & Drey, in the Millenium Hotel beside the World Trade Center site.  Followed by a subway ride back to midtown.

Friday morning we walked a few blocks to Grand Central Terminal and boarded a train to Connecticut.