

On top of that, we had to separate the sand from the big chunks of rock and debris. Jeff made a very nifty sifter to separate the two. I felt like I was mining for gold, only it wasn't quite as fun.

We were both getting very anxious with how long the process was taking. At one point I took a break to let the dogs out. I heard Elvis enter the first floor and start barking. I walked in to find this:

How lucky am I? We seem to be laughing at each other (and the process) every step of the way.
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