Day #2 of building yielded lots more
The other major issue (I did say there were two) as a result of our crazy rocky soil was the 12 x 12 inch trench that had been originally planned around the perimeter to sink the fence down into truly foiling those frighteningly smart groundhogs. We spent a lot of time thinking about those groundhogs, thinking like a groundhog, and consulting multiple, well, let's call them 'groundhog elimination specialists' who have quite a passion for keeping these small (or not so small in our case) furry critters out of our garden. Since we were choosing to avoid the option that included various firearms, at least to start with, (it's still a backup option), we settled confidently on digging a 12inch deep trench around the perimeter to sink the fence so that when the groundhogs tried to dig down, they'd hit fence and give up.
Now, that carefully constructed and theoretically sound (much more a passion of mine that structural soundness) idea was tossed to the wayside because the ground was just too hard. My husband and father-in-law just could not imagine digging all. that. dirt. I took this reality well. I threw a small fit (yes, I'm woman enough to admit it.) and sent my husband a few days later to buy himself a pick axe. Before you get all snotty on me, I then PUT DOWN the camera (which is why there is a large gap in our photographic record) and picked up the pick axe and a shovel and went to work alongside my hubby. And dammit, that ground really was insanely rocky. Like hit a rock the size of your head every other time you put your shovel into the ground. And the times you didn't hit a rock the size of your head, you hit a rock the size of my youngest child's head, which if you've ever met him or heard about his head, well it ain't small, really it's freakishly large. So we dug, and we dug... and we got blisters, and we dug some more.
To be continued....