We finally got Jo back to work this week after three straight days of rain. Drought conditions all summer, and then we start building a house and, well - bring on the floods.
The evening after the foundations were dug, we got a serious gulley washer.
All the nice clean edges were washed away, and all the work the guys did to painstakingly measure out the depth of the trenches was completely undone. When work finally re-commenced, it took them all morning to shovel it level and properly deep. Then steel rebar was added to strengthen the concrete to come:
The wooden plate in the picture above formed one side of a "bulkhead," a raised area of the foundation that compensated for a bit of elevation in the building site. After lunch the cement truck arrived:
From the Spruce Pine Explosives Supply Company, no less! Proof positive that our new house will be
dy-no-mite. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Jo and I watched from my office window as cement was poured into the trench. (I was writing. Seriously.)
At the end of the day, we had what would have been the perfect radio-controlled car race track, had we had any RC racers:
Jo had to resist a great deal of temptation not to stick something into it - particularly her foot.
Tours of the work site are available.
We finally got Jo back to work this week after three straight days of rain. Drought conditions all summer, and then we start building a house and, well - bring on the floods.
The evening after the foundations were dug, we got a serious gulley washer.
All the nice clean edges were washed away, and all the work the guys did to painstakingly measure out the depth of the trenches was completely undone. When work finally re-commenced, it took them all morning to shovel it level and properly deep. Then steel rebar was added to strengthen the concrete to come:
The wooden plate in the picture above formed one side of a "bulkhead," a raised area of the foundation that compensated for a bit of elevation in the building site. After lunch the cement truck arrived:
From the Spruce Pine Explosives Supply Company, no less! Proof positive that our new house will be dy-no-mite. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Jo and I watched from my office window as cement was poured into the trench. (I was writing. Seriously.)
At the end of the day, we had what would have been the perfect radio-controlled car race track, had we had any RC racers:
Jo had to resist a great deal of temptation not to stick something into it - particularly her foot.
Tours of the work site are available.
1 comments:
How nice that you can be right there to see it all happening! You should put a time capsule in one corner.
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