Surveyor Moments
I was about 9 yrs old. The year was about 1974 Dad was working for a Henry Blatt. This was somewhere East, or northeast of Oakhurst CA. Previous persons had run traverses, and the pi’s were mostly set. We had nailed shiners to trees, as witnesses to the pi’s. The roads were in use/construction. 6″ to 8″ of powder covered the place. All the design work had been done.
Our goal was to set lot corners, and B/C, and E/Cs. They are called PC, and PT today. Subdivision regs called for setting all R/W B/C, and E/C’s.
We had a garden at home. My parents were health fooders. We drove our 1957 Ford Panel truck to the site. Our goal was to set lot corners, B/C, and E/Cs. They are called PC, and PT today
Mom had packed us a lunch. Fresh garden cucumbers, and home made bread, with some sort of material between the slices. We had a 1 gallon wine bottle full of water. Dad would occasionally stop at “The Wine Cellar” a semi bar pkg liquor store, about 10 miles south of Coarsegold. We parked at one end of the subdivision, and began working. At around 10:00 somebody got thirsty, and walked back, and got the truck. Drove it to where we were working. We all got a drink. We then placed the lunch box outside the truck, under a tree, with the water jug beside it, to keep it all cool. (Cool is a relative thing, at this point). We continued working til noon. Dad rarely got hungry, before we got hungry. At some point someone called LUNCH. We walked back to the truck. The lunch box was on its side, contents spilled, and sandwiches eaten. I guess a dog had found it, and feeling hungry, had helped himself. We had a lunch of fresh cucumbers, and water. It was a long day. I was so glad to get home to pinto beans, and goat milk. It’s been a long time, since those days. But I wonder what makes a surveyor survey. I think it’s sandwiches.
Nate
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