The main event since the last posting, I am sorry to say, has been the weather. Autumn has arrived and along with it some rain, which has been more reminiscent of April showers than anything else. I was fearing that the basement would be flooded but no sooner had the rain stopped than the water on the concrete evaporated away, quite astonishing. Actually, the rain has been good for the concrete and has served to harden it and I am happy to report that to date no cracks have appeared in it. It hasn't seemed to harm the logs either but I did stretch a tarp over some of them in a vain hope of keeping at least some of them dry. Ominously, however, when the clouds finally cleared they revealed the tops of the mountains across the lake with a dusting of snow on them.
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Snow capped Rocky Mountains across the lake and river - best viewed by enlarging the photo (click on it) |
Nor is it to say that no work has been done and it would be wrong to blame the weather for all the delays. The main problem has been waiting for materials, which has been very frustrating for me and my builders. Last Friday (14th), the material for the flooring finally arrived and so on Monday we were clear to start work again in earnest and to take advantage of another good weather window that has been forecast.
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Anywhere wood comes into contact with concrete there has to be a waterproof layer and in the case of the basement wall this comes in the form of a polystyrene gasket. This goes between the concrete centre of the wall and the mud sill plate which is a layer of 2" x 9" pressure treated wood. This is bolted to the wall to provide a solid anchor for everything above it. |
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While the A Team was anchoring the mud sill layer, the B Team was busy releasing the plugs that had been placed at the top of the basement wall to provide ledges for the beams to sit on. |
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When finished they looked like this. |
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The sills had to be drilled through with the final product ..... |
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....looking like this. |
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Next up was to put the 8" x 8" posts in place to support the main level floor and the structure of the house above that. Steel pegs were driven into drilled holes to anchor the posts and again, wherever wood comes into contact with concrete, there has to be a waterproof layer, in this case prescribed plastic sheeting. |
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There are three posts altogether over which are placed....... |
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........12" x 8" beams, the longest of which are over 20' long and took seven of us to man handle into the basement and raise into place. |
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Note the temporary framework to keep the posts virtical while the rest of the structure is put in place. |
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The 21' bay/prow beam in place - again note the plastic barrier between wood and concrete. This will be trimmed later. |
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The 12" x 6" perimeter rim joists were the next step and these were secured to the mud sill layer with nails. The logs will sit on top of these and they also provide the lateral anchor for the I joists that support the sub flooring. |
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Half the rim joists in place along with the first I joist. |
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Half the I joists in place. |
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By close of play Thursday we had run out of floor boards and so were a couple short of a full floor. The final pieces probably won't arrive until Monday and the first logs will go down on Tuesday - hopefully. However, we are still waiting for the caulking material for the logs so there might yet be a further delay. |
The nights are starting to get colder and twice I have woken up to no water because the overland pipeline to the trailer was frozen. I don't know for how long I shall have running water but hopefully it will be for another two or possibly three weeks but soon I shall have to clear the tanks out to prevent the pipes in the trailer from bursting and use bottled water only. At least I can keep myself warm at night with the help of some artic clothing and a hot water bottle, which is almost as good a women and doesn't complain if you put your cold feet on it. Hey ho!
My winter preparations have included the acquisition of a quad bike complete with 4 spare wheels (two with snow chains on), a trailer for hauling logs etc around the yard and (most important of all) a snow plough blade. The latter will be very important when the snow comes for keeping the driveway open, not just for me but for contractors as well. I have already put it to good use hauling logs around the yard but, it is in for a service at the moment so photos of it will have to wait until the next posting.
I have also invested in an enclosed utility trailer, which I ventured into the USA to buy, an adventure in itself as it turned out, but that little story can also wait. The trailer will be very useful for hauling building materials once I start work on the inside of the cabin. I will also need it for moving all my belongings from my lockup in Cranbrook to the cabin - as soon as the cabin is secure that is. Subsequently, I intend to convert it for keeping all my sporting, climbing and windsurfing kit in for when I eventually get around to enjoying what there is on offer here. In the mean time it is home for the quad bike and all its accessories.
Sunday October 9 was Canadian Thanks Giving - not to be confused with the festival of the same name south of the border, which is in November. The Canadian event is more like a glorified harvest festival but shares the same menu. I spent it doing yard work and built a bonfire to burn some of the ground rubbish I have cleared. The fire didn't die down until after 11 o'clock in the evening and because a grissly bear has been seen in the area, I sat out with my shotgun on my knees loaded with hollow point slugs, with one eye watching over the fire until it was safe to leave it and the other, under the light of a full moon, watching out for cougars and bears. My travails during the day had not gone unnoticed and two of my neighbours brought me plates of their Thanks Giving meal, one of which I ate watching the fire and the other I put in the fridge for the following day. The gestures were given and received in the true spirit of Thanks Giving, as I doubt that I would have had a proper meal that evening when I returned to the trailer close to midnight. How lucky am I. In idle moments I have also been practicing my reloading drills in the dark.
The following Tuesday (11th) I went into town to pickup my chain saw, which needed a new chain and oil pump. This was hardly surprising after what I had been asking of it. About 10 kms down the road, at the junction of Highway 3 and the Ha Ha Greek Road, there was a man on the side of the road with 'CRANBROOK' written on a scruffy piece of soggy cardboard. I'd seen him there before a couple of weeks earlier but that time I had seen him late and the weight of traffic behind me had prevented me from stopping to offer him a lift into town. On Tuesday, I was looking out for him and saw him early and as there was little traffic I was able to pull over to pick him up and give him a lift. On the way John told me part of his story. He was homeless, jobless and living in a small, three man, hiking tent over which he had stretched a tarp. He hadn't eaten for three days and was going into town to fill his four plastic coke bottles with water and to look for casual work. He had been living in the same place for over three months and is planning on spending the winter there. He goes into town every day for the same reason, sometimes he gets some work, but mostly not.
I dropped John off in town and as he didn't have any money, nor I might add did he ask for any, (or anything for that matter) I gave him what I had - which wasn't much. As he took it I noticed his hand trembling and in a broken voice he uttered 'God bless you' and went on his way. I said nothing and offered only a forced forlorn smile in reply. I had been rather surprised by John. I had not expected a homeless person to be where I had picked him up - in the middle of nowhere - and I was a little taken aback by our contrasting circumstances. I was deep in thought therefore as I went on my way to collect my chain saw.
With the saw safely stowed away I went into a super-market and bought some rye bread, beans and tins of tuna and tied them up in a plastic bag. On my way home I pulled into Ha Ha Creek Road and turned off down the old railway line to where John said his camp was. I found it without difficulty. It was only about 20 metres from the Highway and it was very neat, tidy and clean.
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John's very smart, but rather pathetic home. |
I tried to imagine what the nights must be like there and how John was going to cope over the winter. I left the food outside his tent and thought of the two Thanks Giving meals I had over the weekend while John had nothing. John will never read this blog but, if there is a god, I trust he will bestow his blessings on John.
PS, I have since been back to see John and check that he is OK. I have found him some work with my builder and expect him to start when we start stacking the logs, which I shall show on my next blog in a few days. Promise.