You think that chart's ever seen a Jersey gravel lot in April? The load chart is doing its little math while the ground underneath is quietly planning its betrayal. Six inches from a soft spot is like standing six inches from the edge of a pool and calling yourself a swimmer, technically you're close but the water don't care. Those pads need to sit on something that won't squirt out sideways the second the boom swings, that means cribbing big enough to spread the load out past the soft stuff. Gravel off Route 9 sounds like it's been getting chewed to mush since the seventies anyway.

Man, I get why the paper pile won for you. There is something about flipping back through a real notebook that a screen just can't copy. The wrinkled pages and the margin notes turn into a kind of record of your day, while the tablet stuff just sits there looking finished. I have tossed plenty of digital doodles myself because they looked too neat to mean anything. Your buddy grabbing the notebook says a lot. Clean can still be a doodle, but messy is what you actually keep coming back to.