Midian Ranch Blog

This is the web log for Midian Ranch, an isolated homestead in rural Nevada. It is owned by Jason and Tina Walters, whom are also its regular posters. This blog is exclusively for the enlightenment and edification of our friends, family, and colleagues.

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Location: Gerlach, Nevada, United States

Monday, March 21, 2005

Three Day Weekends of Feb 26th and March 19th

A large number of things have been completed out at Midian Ranch. Although a great deal of work remains to be done, ranch house now has a shiny new floor. It could use some trim (to put it mildly) but it’s there, it’s sweep-able, and it’s not nasty thirty year old green carpet. Hurrah! We have also put our wood-burning and propane stoves into position (although they haven’t been hooked up yet). The kitchen is beginning to look rather sanity, orderly, and usable. On the whole a big improvement.

I have planted twenty commercial olive trees (Mendocino and Mission) in a rectangular grid formation behind the “uptown” portion of the ranch. Although noone has ever attempted to grow real (as opposed to Russian) olives in the Black Rock Desert, I have high hopes for these trees: they’re tough, healthy, and supposedly highly resistant to extremes of heat and cold. Right now the desert is extremely wet, so water is not a concern just yet. Hopefully they will root before the dry season. If all goes well people will be harvesting olives from the three hundred years from now.

I’ve also cleared and leveled a location for the GE Modular Office space which I’ve purchased for the property. Tom’s Mobile Home Transportation will be delivering it on the 8th of next month (I hope) so I had to get the pad ready this trip. I also cut some additional roadways into the sage brush so that the semi-truck transporting it has room to maneuver. I’ve thought the whole transportation question through pretty carefully, so with any luck it will be smooth sailing for the truck driver. Unfortunately a lot of the work had to be done with spade and wheelbarrow as the tractor decided that it was being far too useful three fourths of the way through the operation and died on me.