Just before the 3-day weekend, Elizabeth and I decided to drive up to Loudonville to visit our wood.
On Friday, a large lift truck mysteriously arrived, spending the weekend parked at the foot of our driveway. The day after Labor Day, the logs started to arrive on our property. First came a large gooseneck trailer.
Sam quickly unloaded it, and then a semi-tractor rig arrived with the bulk of the logs stacked on top of the trailer. After inspecting the lay of the land, the driver decided that he could back up the driveway as far as the first turn, and Sam decided that he’d be able to unload it there.
We had one exciting moment when, after unstrapping all the pallets, the driver backed across a dip that turned out to be deeper and more tilted than expected. All the logs rocked back and forth, and a couple of the bundles loosened up a bit, without breaking their packaging. The driver strapped the load back down, pulled forward six feet, and then Sam gingerly unloaded the trailer, trying to keep as much weight as possible on the near side. The operation continued without further incident. Later in the day, the gooseneck trailer came back, stacked high with foam panels for the roof.
The rest of last week was quiet, punctuated only by the delivery of the subfloor material, a laminated beam, and 4 metal posts, unceremoniously dumped at the back of the cabin site by a tipping truck from a lumber yard. I had to return to Virginia over the weekend, but Elizabeth stayed on to watch Sam’s brother, nephew, and two other guys put wooden sills across the top of the concrete walls, install the beam, posts, and subfloor, and then install the first several courses of logs, all of which took place today.
[The first entry for Building the Cabin was July 18, 2011. The next entry is The First Story.]