Back to the Salt Mines

Yay, Spring!

Spring is here! The opportunities for all kinds of backbreaking manual labor are back!

filler post: I thought I’d put up some pics of work over fall and winter.

Here we are up at Barbara’s ranch house- a log house all around but also this section of panels on the east wall. Sanding the panels is much faster than sanding the huge logs. I was up on the 3rd level of scaffolding sanding under the eaves and along the fascia- ugh.

Looking down at Lukas on the 2nd level. The plastic covering kept the warmth in so the primer and stain could dry; it also provided a useless wall that I pretended would cushion my fall if I fell backwards off the scaffolding, and I couldn’t look down on the garden and lawn, which lessened my nervous-feet vertigo.

I’m anti-mask since 2020 but I also don’t want sawdust in my lungs. Sawdust in my hair, however, makes it look like I have brown hair, which used to be true.

Finished sanding, ready to prime and stain. We finished the north and west walls before the snows arrived.

Now I know why we let the Mexicans do it.

I got one day of skiing in this year, which is one more than usual. Last time I went skiing I think I was on 215cm Kneissl’s made around 1970. The old-timers liked that; the kids laughed. This time I rented the short, shaped skis and yes, I noticed an improvement.

Great day at Lost Trail, on the Idaho/Montana border. I’d said to Lyndi, “Don’t put your ticket on your main zipper, because it’ll fly up and smack you in the face.” Then I put my ticket on my main zipper.

Downtown Seattle and Space Needle from Gasworks Park. There were lots of people out on this quintessential Seattle afternoon in March, but probably more geese.