I wedged the planks under the bottom, gave a pull with my tow rope and super-tough nylon straps, and . . .
It tipped over. But it stayed wrapped in its nylon web, which is more than we'd been able to achieve to this point, so I went with the inelegant solution - drag it.
And it worked. Man, those ancient Brits would have loved a few 4x4 trucks. The Rock scraped a trail through the lawn, but the grass will recover. And the Rock is unscathed - a far easier ride than the trip it took by glacier.
There's only one problem - It's upside down. Not that there's a "top" side, but I've grown fond of that scared, cracked surface, and I want to see it. If I was able to tip it once, I should be able to tip it again, right?
That's my last remaining goal for the year, as far as my Rock is concerned. Next spring I will have to dig out sod and landscape around it, making it feel at home while it gets acquainted with my other cool rock. I moved that one from the pasture several years ago - this craziness has been going on for some time.
And there is still one more rock out there. We spent some time working on it today, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow. For now, I have good news and bad news: Its bigger than we thought. That's good! I love big rocks! And it's heavier. That's bad, for obvious reasons.
But my insanity knows no limits! Plus, I know a guy with a bulldozer.