August 1 - Once I decided upon this project, I began telling people what I intent on doing. I figured that if I told people, I would be committing myself to produce some results. Despite giving repeated assurances that I was wholly serious about the wall, most people were doubtful that I would actually haul 30 tons of rock for the purpose of building a wall that besides looking (hopefully) good, arguably had no function except maybe keeping rabbits out.
My wife didn't really doubt me. Rather she was concerned, b/c she knew that I was intent on dragging heaps of stone into the yard. This she knew since I had hardly announced my plans when I began hauling and dumping truckload after truckload of rock into the yard.

How many loads?
On average, each load of approximately 1500-2000 lbs of rock would take more than an hour of intense labor to pick up/pry up out of the creek bed and to dump next to the garden. I knew that I probably needed a ton of rock for every 3 or 4 feet of wall. Since the wall was to be in excess of 120' in length, I knew that I would at least 30 tons of rock. I figured that 40 loads ought to get the job done.
Where to get the rock?After looking at several sites with considerable amounts of rock, and of course finding virtually no old rock walls whose rock I could cannibalize, I decided that I could get most or all of the rock out of a nearby creek bed. Luckily the creek bed is almost always dry during the summer, so at least in theory, the rock would be easy to gather. What I usually did was to cut the brush out of the creek bed and drive my beat up truck down in the creek and toss rocks into the bed until it got so full that I wouldn't be sure if I'd make it out w/o destroying my truck. This proved sometimes extremely difficult, due to larger rocks needing to be pried up and broken into smaller manageable pieces. And of course there were always the mosquitoes. And the people who would stop (since as you can see the creek runs along the road) and ask what the hell I was doing.


Usually I tried to pack the truck until it wouldn't hold any more. I knew the load was
really full when both the front and back of the truck bottomed out as I crossed a part of the creek to get back up to the house... That and when the engine is screaming and the clutch is burning, and the damn thing is hardly budging. Already having 220K miles on it, this may be the last hurrah for my truck.

Having made a sheet which included slots for 40 loads, I would shade in the slots as I got the loads. As of this point I've only done 27 loads, but already I have such a mountain of rock that one of the 4 or 5 piles that I've made is easily 7 feet tall. I could tell that my landlord and my wife were starting to get nervous that I would do nothing but gather rock until I lost interest, and then there would be a mountain of rock perpetually sitting under a tree by the plank fence, a lasting testament to my inability to finish blah blah blah...
In any case, they never voiced this concern, but I could feel it coming, b/c most of all I was beginning to get scared that I'd haul rock until my time ran out and the semester began (I'm in law school), and I'd get nothing built. So I decided to stop rock hauling once I got 27 loads and recommence the hauling operation once the advanced building stage of the wall commanded that I get more rock. My decision to start building was also in large part supported by the fact that building had just then become possible (on August 2) b/c I had just picked the corn, and the back wall was to go in the precise spot where the corn had been grown. So in all, I had been hauling rocks since early July, and had not really built anything yet. However, just for the hell of it, I had stacked some rock as I unloaded it from the truck, as seen below in this 7 foot high pile of rock. But don't be deceived. The actual wall will be much more carefully constructed.

These are very flat stones that I'll use as the cover stones for the last course below the coping.

Now to dig the foundation!