So what was my reward for helping dig said large holes that were 24-30 inches wide and 24 inches deep?
Clay! Glorious clay! I think clay is to a potter like fish is to water- natural and unable to exist without the other. The farm does not have any red clay that we have yet found, but rather seams of gorgeous, smooth yellow and gray clay. I have carted off several hundred pounds thus far and intend to keep collecting. I don't have intentions of using the clay to make pots, but rather to experiment with it in order to see what a glaze will look like with a few additional materials.