Mary and I drove down the driveway to the construction site one fine September day. We saw the trucks, but where was everyone? Gone fishing?
Hopping out of the car, we could hear chatter, but could still see no one. Well, at least Mary could hear chatter. Where are they?
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There they are! Down in the shadows of the basement,
working on applying a finishing coat to all the wood. |
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| Beams! |
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| Parts! |
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Pretty great! An access point for the crawl space under the guest cottage.
All we need is a door to close it off.
I'll need to assign a sign to it, denoting it as the Bear Door. |
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Isn't it a wonderful 4-feet-tall space
for providing mechanicals that will make our guests comfortable?
Yes, I think an unkind reader or two will make comment.
And I think the bears will like it too, without comment. |
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Wood being finished.
I wish the finishing would finish so that the buildings can be finished. |
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| Another quick reminder of why we're rebuilding here. |
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A view from down by the river.
OK, it's not really a river. It's a dammed creek.
The creek is a dam-site better for paddling. |
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| The ladies returning from a walk through. |
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I love the smell of recently cut wood.
Polyurethane? Not so much. |
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But the smelly stuff does a fine job of bringing out the beautiful grain
of the Tamarack posts. |
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These false beams, awaiting finishing, will obscure the engineered beams
that will support the trusses. |
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The floor joists overhead, not at basketball height,
but much higher that what I'm used to at home.
I'm gonna like this basement. |
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Drying racks awaiting the finished knotty pine boards
that will become the Great Room ceiling.
Yes, I think it will be a great room when done. |
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| Thirsty Tamarack beams. |
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| "Wake me when it's all finished." |
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| More progress on egress. |
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| Not rolling, nonetheless unsatisfied. |
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| Still awaiting the creative surge that determines the use of the boulders. |
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| Parts in place for what we hope soon becomes a flurry of activity. |
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As one of our neighbors paddles in the distance, we enjoy the first toast in the Great Room. |
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