It’s Labor Day and we’re driving home from the cabin. We got rained out today but we really can’t
complain. We’ve only had 2.5 rainout
days, and the first one was the first real day of the building project. It was a wash (so to speak) anyway because of
air compressor issues. The guys spent most of the day looking for parts.
As of today, the loft subfloor is installed and this
weekend’s crew framed the gable end wall in the loft. We didn’t raise it yet, however, because we
want to do that when we can follow it with other trusses right behind for
stability.
We’ve had amazing help!
Every day we’ve had at least 2 guys helping, and sometimes 4. This weekend’s crew consisted of Al R and John T, both who’ve done a lot of framing. Al is really good for Mark; he is a retired
architect, and you can often hear him say, “that’s within tolerance!” or “they
don’t call it rough framing for nothing!” which of course means, it’s good
enough. John is determined, willing, and
strong. When the engineers wanted to
come up with a fancy way of doing something, John’s voice of reason sometimes
prevailed. For example, Mark and Al were
trying to figure out how to use the bobcat to lift the roof trusses up to the
loft, and John said, “how about we just carry them?” J Help at other times has included Wayne, Dave
(both of whom have always been there for Mark, and he for them for nearly 30
years), John K (math guy), and Alex (our son, working the chop saw, and the
one to call when you need a big wing span).
This weekend we even had an afternoon visit by our youngest, Amy, and a
friend of hers. They got to learn what a palm nailer is. I asked Mark what has been the biggest
surprise. He said, “that people would come back twice!” It’s a long drive and hard work. To watch these guys work together has been to
witness community, support, and deep friendship. It’s pretty amazing.
We’ve had no major injuries, which nearly qualifies as a
miracle since all except a couple are in their 50s and 60s. I’m typing with 9 fingers today because I hit
my left pointer with my hammer yesterday – hard – cuz my husband taught me how
to swing a hammer J. OUCH! (Mark did it too, last weekend, so I’m
not the only one.)
I think we’ve made good progress, considering we’ve only been
at this for 3 weeks. There’ve been days of remarkable progress and then some of
very little progress. While we’ve not
had major setbacks, at times you could see a sawzall and several crowbars of
different types donning the cabin deck, telling the tale of a mistake.
“Give
me a sawzall and a place to stand and I’ll change the world.” - Al Raymond, Sept, 2016
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| Wayne, Mark, and Al after raising the longest wall. |
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| One of the "nuggets" the excavator exhumed. |
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| "How can we get these trusses up there?" |
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| Labor Day weekend crew |
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| End of the day relaxation |
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| Minne, the foredog |
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| MK and Mark |
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| The east side of the cabin |
Challenges are many when building off the grid, but Mark had
many of those challenges conquered well before we started the project – stuff I
couldn’t even fathom. He’s been known to
make DHDF’s (doo-hickeys for dumb friends – or something like that) to make our
work easier and more consistent. Jigs
for easy cutting, jigs for measuring, etc.
Most nights were capped off around the campfire, where we
told stories, and where guys who didn’t previously know each other made new
friends.
Tonight I imagine we’ll be uploading pictures and planning
the next trip, which is at least a couple weeks down the road. It will be a truss-raising event, which will
feel like a whole lot more progress.
Meanwhile, the change in temperature and the hint of red in the maples
tells the story of a new season, and threatens our goal to enclose the cabin before
winter.
