DH finally has a date with his surgeon for a new hip. You would think a man that can barely walk and needs help with shoes and socks would be a bit compromised, but I am married to a different breed.
Besides, thinking he needs to get the fence project done asap, he is concerned about a hunt he has coming up in January. He drew an Oryx tag and it's a once in a lifetime draw, meaning once you draw a tag, you are never eligiable to put in for another. And he needs a new hip before the hunt.
Needless to say, crawling up and around these mountains to work on building the new fence has been challenging. A few weeks ago he built a couple of H braces and hauled them up top to fit the holes he dug. I have 2 good hips and it was a struggle for me to get up there. And once you get there, there's no level spot to really settle, but with Skeet's assistance
And hiking sticks for both of us
We did get all the measurements we needed
It was such a pretty day
And then we climbed back down, loaded the 80# sacks of Quikcrete into the buggy the next morning and drove as close as we could get
DH had saddled 2 of his horses, led them to our loading spot (just over 1/2 mile)
and loaded 2 sacks on the one with the pack saddle
before leading them out
And up
To the top
4 times
And a 5th trip to carry the water
Getting off and on his horse was excrutiating, but he never said a word.
He waves it all off and says others work harder and I'm sure some do, but I also remind him that it's doubtful those others are doing it by themselves, with one hip, nor are they about to blow out 64 candles.
The surgeon is active duty military and he replaces hips for those who go above and beyond, but he said he can count on one hand the hips he's replaced that look as rough as DH's and DH has really good bones. He probably should have had this done 10 years ago, but I'm grateful he's having it done now. The 2nd week in November can't come soon enough.
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