The idea had been percolating for a couple of years, but it gained momentum this spring and summer. There was a cabin that was needed to be built out at the farm. Shelly new a few people who had had George Miller build theirs. So it would be George who would build ours. (Don't ever forget the power of word of mouth advertising!)
So the long and short of it was George and his crew would piece most of it together at the shop, and the dissemble and transport it to the farm. We would have to prep the area, get a few tonnes of cinder blocks and concrete slabs, and provide some transport to the crew - I don't know why their horses can't make the 15km run, hell I ran that distance daily for years, but I digress.
So ya, after we all did our prep, George and his boys came drills a spinning and saws a cutting. They systematically laid out the perimetre of the cement and cinder to withstand the load and weight of the building, and with the efficiency and speed of a German beaver had the base done. The walls were all pre-made, so with more muscle then brains, they heaved them into place and nailed it all down. It less then 2 hours it seemed like 50% of the cabin was built!
From then on, it was almost like every Amish for himself. One was on the battens, two were on the roof, another made stairs, one was putting insulation into the wall studs. So it was a site to be seen for sure. And really, they were the greatest fellers and so nice to have working for us.
I'll post more late = it will give me a reason.
