This one was easy since several surveyors have used it in recent years and it was still at the surface. This stone was set on October 5, 1857, by Deputy Surveyor John B. Gridley. I knew this one would be marked since I have never found a stone by this surveyor that wasn't marked or didn't match the dimensions.
Stone was lowered and an iron pipe and cap placed over. Then GPS position. Our first snow is coming tomorrow, so glad to get this one done today.





Glad to hear you got an "easy" one this time.
Great series....keep on following in the footsteps.
Still in
that bad drouth, I see.
Do you clean the stones with muriatic acid?
Never tried acid. I usually just use a stiff wire brush and lots of water.
Thanks for sharing Jerry; I miss surveying in Nebraska, even if it does get cold....
I remember circa 1978, setting the center of a section; we sat on the east 1/4 corner, sighted the west and set straddles; sat on the south 1/4 corner, sighted the north and completed the straddles. If you wanted to do that in Washington, it would take a couple days, 40 traverse points with Tedd and Perry on the crew...;-)
Cheers,
Radar
Tedd and Perry would do it between morning break and lunchtime.
ONE time, and that was down by Jenny Lind In the relatively flat part of Calaveras County, I was able to find a hill where I could SEE the west and east quarters from one point. I've never been able to set on one and see the other. That would be some easy surveying;-)
Don
I remember traversing around a section in northern Nebraska through every corner without having any intermediate points. Then once back at the S 1/4 Corner we sighted the N 1/4 Corner, stacked some glass on it, and shot the distance as a check on the coordinate inverse. Then set the Center based upon the mathematical intersection from the S 1/4. Done before lunch, so went prairie chicken hunting in the afternoon.
> Done before lunch, so went prairie chicken hunting in the afternoon.
I remember lots of times, walking across a field, with a shotgun, headed out to a corner and ready to shoot a pheasant or quail. Gary S. always stuck a tail feather in the ceiling of the suburban; one year had a whole bunch...B-)