The first house I owned was in Hereford, AZ in 1994. I watched it being built and was really thrilled when it was finished. It was on a large lot that had been trampled by all the comings and goings of heavy equipment during the building of the house. I worked more than full time at the job I had at the time and just didn't have a lot of downtime. As a result, nothing was done to the outside of the house for the longest time.
One day, while on vacation, I was flipping channels and happened upon a gardening show. This particular episode had to do with landscaping by planting roses and it peaked my interest. The pro doing the demonstration was really good and within minutes he had planted several rose bushes. It looked so very simple that I decided (even though I had never planted anything before) to do it myself. The pro said that the place you bought the roses should have someone knowledgeable about planting them and I need not know everything to do the project. So off I went with my list of plants, equipment and questions. I don't know where that pro shopped but my experience was quite different. The only reliable help I got from all the places I visited was where the roses were located in the garden area! All my questions were met with a blank stare. So on my own, I bought what I thought I needed, to include all that was recommended by the pro.
The next day I got up early. I laid out all my equipment, all the additives, carefully measured where I wanted to plant and was thoroughly prepared to plant my roses. I had a total of four to plant and I planned to be precise and follow all instructions for each. When I felt ready, I picked up my brand new shovel, put it on the spot for the first hole and jumped on it and almost broke my leg!! As hard as I jumped on it, it should have sunk in the soil at least halfway but all I saw for my effort was a tiny divot in the dirt! I couldn't believe it; had the shovel hit a rock? I changed spots over and over again with the same result. Four hours later I had no hole, not even the beginnings of a hole. It seemed my house had been built on one gigantic rock!!
That was my introduction to CALICHE!!