Well, I started. Day one.
The best source of building stones is a pile of tailings boulders that remains from early placer gold mining. The boulders range in size from 5 to 36-inches in diameter. They are located about 200 feet east of the house, and the best boulders, those covered with thick moss and lichen, are just a few feet higher in elevation than the house. The side-hill slope is steep, slippery, and full of downed trees, 100-year-old manzanita, live oaks, and pines. It's tough to walk, much less carry anything. The forest critters don't seem to mind.
I decided to rig a 3/8-inch steel cable through the trees on the side-hill slope. The plan is to stretch the cable tight, and fix burlap sacks full of stones onto the cable with steel pullies. In theory, the bags can then be pulled from the source pile half-way to the house. I will unload the bags of stones at the down-slope end of the cable, and thus transport the stones across a nasty ravine. In theory.
I had to clear brush and chain-saw down some small trees. I climbed a skinny old manzanite to move the cable, and the limb broke. I left a lot of hide in the forest, and ended upside-down in the sticks on the brushy slope. Not to worry. It's not Fallujah.
Tomorrow is another day.