Liam Powers and Gary Perkins installed the main electrical wire, plus conduits for cable TV and telephone service, in a trench expertly and quite quickly dug by Bob LaPorte (here extracting one of many Leicester "nuggets" found along the way) from the utility pole on the other side of the Glassner’s driveway to a rustic-Vermont termination pedestal they built a few feet south of the Triangle Square Circle driveway. Attached to the pedestal is the permanent electrical termination box for the house, including the electric meter, plus a temporary sub-panel to provide electrical service during construction. All went far too smoothly until Bob started digging the very shallow trench needed to run an electric wire over to where The Beast will be parked henceforth. He immediately hit a rock that was literally the size of an SUV, exactly where the water line from the well to the house was supposed to run. Try as Bob might, that rock weren’t a gonna move. The water line will have to go around the end of the rock… and the RV electric line went over the top. Bob also dug a huge pit in which the wood shed foundation is to be built. Again, all went far too smoothly until I asked him to just extend the hole another couple of feet towards the driveway. Lo and behold, Bob found the not-so-little sister of the rock he hit earlier. This rock he could move (he said it only weighed 3 or 4 tons), but try as he might, he couldn’t get it out of the hole. So he moved it to the end of the pit where I can build it into the retaining wall on that end of the shed. At least, that’s the plan… Late in the afternoon Perry Pirkkanen went with me to retrieve The Beast from Junction Auto. The repair bill was 40% lower than I was expecting! Included was a new $450 passenger side rearview mirror, two new coach batteries (the super large expensive size), and a Vermont inspection sticker. The return to Fern Lake went far too smoothly until I tried to back The Beast through the driveway S-turn into its parking spot. Almost took out the new mirror on a largish maple tree that is just a little too close to the driveway edge. Fortunately Cecile Todd (neighbor across the street) was following me down the drive and gave a yell in the nick of time. Unfortunately, try as I might, The Beast could not be maneuvered into its proper parking spot… five small trees which I wanted to keep will have to come out.