We had our Saturday planned in detail. My job entailed pulling the dump wagon behind the large farm tractor. My oldest son was in charge of the smaller tractor that pulled the box blade to smooth the road, and my husband moved between the front loader and excavator, digging large piles of clay and sand. Our goal was to repair and build up the road so our vehicles no longer get stuck after every rainstorm (it’s getting very, very old). We also hoped to paint and hang the new gate at the front of the new road.
After only four or five dumps, the dump trailer broke, so I lost my job. The front loader refused to lift because the hydraulic fluid was low. Needless to say, we had to step back and refigure our day.