Our little girl is breathing on her own! Finally disconnected the myriad of extension cords that had been powering the guest house the last few months. I wired a new breaker in the main panel of our cabin, and ran the 200+ feet of wire to the sub panel I have in the bathroom of the tiny house. The sub panel has four 15amp circuits (probably two more than we actually need). I used a spool of heavy gauge wire that previously had powered our well pump, which we had replaced and rewired this past winter. The wire had been chaffed in a few areas, and was the reason we had it replaced. The actual wire inside the insulation was still sound, so I patched the rough areas, and deemed it good to go.
A lot of people would ask why I'm using something that failed before. Well, for one, this stuff is like two bucks a foot! It's also still in good shape now that it's patched. There's really very little that can affect buried wire, other than a person or animal disturbing it. There's only about 40 feet that is buried, while the rest is secured under the walkway and in the crawlspace of our cabin.
When the guy from the utilities company came out to mark the buried power lines, he let me know that he had been a plumber for 18 years. I told him I wasn't positive that I knew where our water supply line ran, other than the shutoff valve that is buried in the stream. I was pretty sure my intended route for the line I was laying wasn't near it. He takes one of the metal rods that holds the marking flags, breaks off the flag, bends the rod, and hands it to me. I said "divining rod???"..."Yep".
I told him I didn't know how to use one (and, I'll admit, I wasn't sure I believed they worked). He places it in his palm, supporting the base with his pinky, and asks me roughly what direction is perpendicular to the water line. I show him, and he slowly walks in that direction. Right as he gets near the area that should be generally in line with the shutoff valve, the rod makes an abrupt right turn in his hand! I about fell over.
He handed the rod to me, told me how to hold it, and stressed that I "had to believe"...or it wouldn't work. With my mouth still agape, I seriously tried to believe as I shuffled about the area waiting for something, anything, to happen. But it didn't turn in my hand, despite walking over the line twice. It was just a piece of aluminum rod. Needless to say, I was pretty bummed. So, I called the guy a witch, tied him to a stake, and let the chickens eat him for dinner. We don't take kindly to practicing witchcraft in these parts.
Ok...so I'm kidding. He left me the diving rod/flagstick, and I tried again after he left. It didn't work then, either. I'm gonna stick to building tiny houses.
Here are some pics: