SuperBob

Our friends Matt & Liz from our old life in Merry-land visited us this weekend.  *sigh* We love them.   Anyway, it was a short visit, but we managed to force a trip up to see the log house, as we do with anyone we can wrestle into it. 

We showed them the gassification wood boiler

I made Bob pose for a picture with them by the southeast corner of the house:

They discussed chimneys and spiders and such:

And then The Hubs geeked out on them wood-wise and showed Matt how to use the sawmill:

Here Matt tries his hand (it actually takes closer to 4 minutes to mill one board, not including positioning, but I truncated it a bit ...zzzzzz...):




I've known it for years, but Matt and Liz now think of Bob like this, apparently:

Hidden progress

Not a lot of blog-worthy progress on the house this summer, eh? Lots of great North Country activities to report, but not many new pix on the house. The Husband has been working for clients on The Lake on our non-rainy days and makin' a livin'. Keeps the visible progress to a minimum. {sigh} Except that The Husband and his father have been steadily milling boards for the house. Totally necessary, but totally un-sexy, blog-wise. We need boards for floors, ceilings, trim.... but it looks the same after the first few pics of Bob and his father standing at the sawmill....

hey look, a board!

ooh, another board.

wow. a. board.

yeee.

So, I'm distracting you all with tales of blueberries and such, hoping for some blog-worthy progress to show soon. One day you'll check in expecting some fascinating tale of ....oh, I don't know... mowing my lawn, and KA-POW! You'll get a staircase or something.

Please.

Something!

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Despite the intermittent drizzle today, The Husband and his father are hard at work on the saw mill. Yes, that's right. Not only is Bob the Log Builder doing the exterior structure of the house the right hard way, he's also milling boards for the cabinets, trimwork, floorboards, etc. himself. He's repurposing a fallen maple tree today, and I dashed up to The Lake to take a few snapshots. I really wish I'd taken video instead, so you could hear the hum and buzz of the saw mill.












Term of the day: cant hook.














Due to the aforementioned drizzle, and a baby who desperately needed a nap, I didn't stick around long enough to get a picture of the nice solid block (sans bark) and then the slicing off of the boards. Perhaps another time.

Today it was maple, but he's milled cedar and spruce as well. Our home will be an arbor-iffic symphony of wood.

First Catch and Clean One Large Log

As promised in a previous post, here is a step-by-step account of transforming the structural material-formerly-known-as-tree. [PART ONE]

My father begins every set of instructions with "First, catch and clean one large.... " (for example, instructions involving Scotch whisky would begin with, "first, catch and clean one large Scotsman"). This reference to my father's   idiosyncrasy will probably be the closest he ever comes to the world of blogging. But it may give you insight into yours truly. So, after we 'caught and cleaned' our logs, we [by which I mean Bob, our friends Rob and Craig, the ongoing aid of Bob's father, Paul of course, coworkers Johnny and Chris, and me for three days last November] toiled over them to make them into a house. This process began in fall 2007 after the basement was in place. Boring, notching, and securing the sill logs (those directly on the sill plate on the walls of the basement) and floor joists requires a few more steps, which I won't go into. [Although, having said that, I'm sure The Husband would LOVE to explain it in detail to you. Just ask.] The process outlined below (and in subsequent posts) describes the arduous arduousness involved in creating the average wall log.

First, select a log from the rapidly dwindling stack.

Should have taken a picture when the stack was 10 feet tall. C'est la vie.

Next, pick up log with ca. 1972 Allis-Chalmers tractor (affectionately named "Alice") and transport to Hud-Son portable sawmill. Mill two sides of the log to create an 8-inch thick log (resulting in 8" courses).

The Husband and friend Rob mill log, with Alice standing by.

9-14-2007

Move log to work area, place atop sawhorses, and measure length against need. If considerably longer than the place in the wall calls for, trim with chainsaw.

11-10-2008

Using the coolest invention ever, snap chalk line to mark center of log. If you've never used one of these, pop down to your local hardware store and ask for a demonstration. It's a long string, wound around a central spool inside a casing that contains blue chalk dust (not unlike that used on a pool cue). You draw out the string along the length of the log, carefully laying it in line with the center mark on each end. Then, you pick up the line and snap it back against the log, to create a blue line down the center. Wicked cool.

What the photo doesn't show is the difficulty in grabbing a thin string with completely numb fingers. The temp when this Nov. picture was taken was about 35 degrees F.

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Tune in next time for the continuing story .... 'Logs of Our Lives'