In Massachusetts, anytime you have to dig, you have to call Dig Safe. If you're digging, you have to call us. There's no depth exemption.

There are a lot of factors (to be looked at).

I think it's safe now to call him a cosmonaut.

He dismounted and helped Amelia to the ground. At his direction, she sat on a fallen birch log while he set up a makeshift camp. She waited with her hands folded neatly in her lap, watching his every movement as he pulled a bundle of blankets from the packsaddle. In a few minutes he had made a fire in the stone-circled pit and laid out a pallet beside it.
Amelia hurried to the pile of blankets and burrowed beneath the layers of wool and quilted cotton. “Is it safe out here?” she asked, her voice muffled.
“You’re safe from everything but me.” Smiling, Cam lowered himself beside her.

I was always the observer, trying to understand what was going on. I was always the new kid. Writing became my safe place.

Digging a hole for yourself