Who needs a gym membership?

Remember that hay I said I got on Friday? Well, it was raining that day and some of the hay got wet. (How hard would it be to throw a tarp over the load when you take it to the hay auction, huh?)

Anyhow, I had to stack all this hay on the ground floor because the old man couldn’t throw it into the loft. I can’t complain too much, because I couldn’t either, but it sure is easier to throw straight from the truck into the loft instead of having to throw it all the way up from the floor. But oh well.

So I stacked a ton and a half of hay on the floor, trying to keep all the wet ones together so I could identify them later. The other day I unstacked that section and laid all the damp bales out so they could dry (I hope.) Then I stacked up bales in a stair-steps fashion and crawled into the loft. From there, I winched the topmost bale off my pile into the loft. Climb back down, carry another bale up the the top of the “stairs,” climb back up to the loft, repeat. So far I’ve gotten 12 bales into the loft.

I have to laugh at myself, stacking & unstacking this ton of hay. Sort of like WPA hole-digging work.