Here are some pictures of the propane tank being moved. I don't have any of the time when Mr. Troutbend was having trouble getting it back upright, because it seemed frivolous in a tense situation.



To the left of it is a steep slope into a small stream and we envisioned that huge tank slipping away down that slope, but he built a berm of dirt and pine debris, and that kept it in place.



It's hard to see, but here he has a come-along, which works like those old ratchety car jacks. You hook a chain to each end, and ratchet it a click at a time, and the heavy item moves toward you.






Today we were over at our place across the bridge toward the highway, and here came the big propane truck backing down the driveway.



The driver said the turn off the highway is so sharp he pulls in front of the gate and then backs down rather than trying to make that turn, especially when there is heavy summer traffic. It was very nice of him to come today because the lower summer fill rate ends July 31, and we needed propane in our 'new' ugly tank and for him to check the tightness of the seals.

I'm happy to say that 1956 tank tested perfectly tight, so it's going to give us many years of fine service. It's got 100 gallons in it right now, ready for the first test of the generator when it gets here and is finally installed, and about 80 hours of running time beyond that.