More rain. Still day. The stuff is like a tropics down pour.
The cattle still look healthy, and oddly enough, happy. Dog is grumpy.
Found a fellow from a survey crew putzing under the road the other day. He was playing with a slender rod about seven feet long with a key board attached to it. I asked him what was up and he said he was surveying elevations for the new water system we are pre-paying for.
The rod reads the GPS location and the elevation from the units in space. I wondered how accurate they are and he said the vertically to within about a quarter inch and horizontally about half that.
I started to question him on the accuracy when he held the pole cocked as he tended to do, but thought better of it. No point really. Besides, with the accuracy he accepted I’m sure they could drop a rock on my roof if so inclined.
The accident that killed a couple of kids I reported on affected a great many of the dopers round about. I went for groceries and coming home there were four of them standing on the highway, arms crossed, staring down into the gully at the wrecked truck (one that made many trips to near neighbors place) rather blank faced.
From the reaches,