Oh man, don't get me started on that Ohio clay. I thought I was being smart putting in a whole new fence line with treated pine three years ago, and now I'm just waiting for the countdown to start. I feel like I'm watching a slow motion car crash every time it rains and I see the water pooling around the base of those posts. My husband keeps asking why I'm constantly out there with a shovel checking for soft spots, and I just mumble something about "research purposes." Really though, I should have known better because absolutely nothing survives in this clay except for regret and dandelions. My next project I'm going with steel posts just so I can die of old age before they rot out on me.