The delays have been excruciating. The causes numerous and mostly boring and annoying to pretty much anyone reading this. But, as of this past Monday, the project is underway, again–again.
The new crew came in nail guns blazing and started retrofitting the basement structural problems created by our less than-reputable previous contractor. It took about two days to get everything lined up and corrected. Imagine the importance of that part. There were floor joists that were not in contact with the load bearing elements. Shims where there should have been perfectly measured spans. Things not quite square and/or plum. It is important to understand that a log built home weighs roughly 3-4 times that of a regular “stick built” home. A 1/16 error downstairs can result in a sagging floor or roof angle 10 years from now. This is my dream house and I expect it be here 100 years from now when my grandkids inherit it. It is a monument to all my fathers hopes and dreams about coming to America.
All of that was cool, but frankly I have grown weary of MORE and MORE work being done downstairs. But then, on Wednesday, something I never thought would happen, happened. Logs started appearing in piles near the house. They cracked open the canvas covered pallets and started moving them into place. Of course, they had to “flash” the bottom log first. Flashing is a metal, angled plate that wraps around the edge to direct water off the floor sill.
Each bottom piece has to be carefully dry fitted before being attached with lags that drive into the floor and the treated plate under the floor. Dry fitting is tedious but again, the bottom of this project must be perfect. A small error at the bottom compounds into a giant offset the higher you go.
But eventually, they were all in place.
The crew is coming from pretty far away, so they are working four tens. When they left Thursday, the five vertical pieces that make up the structure of the prow (the really big A-framed front with the giant windows facing the view were standing.
This morning, as I was driving away, I stopped at the bottom of our road, and turned back to see the sun hitting it from the east. It is clearly visible now from over a mile away.
That middle post is 27 feet from the ground level below it.
Tonight, we had our priest, Fr David from St Anthony’s Orthodox Church in Bozeman come to bless the house and the barn (where we currently live).
Apparently he felt the chicken and duck coop needed some holy water.
Hopefully, with some divine intervention, the problems that have plagued this project will subside.
And finally, I leave you with this. The original commercial from Ren and Stimpy’s “log”
It’s log, it’s log! It’s better than bad, it’s good.