Progress

Four walls up, three of them sheathed. Measuring and notching the rafters. Interrupted by rain. Taking a fishing break tomorrow.

Who could have known?

As you may recall from previous posts, I can find my stuff in the dark, and that the Rolling Steel Tent and I are "camped" in the alley behind my friend's shop. This sets up my story.

Late last night my blood sugar got low, so I reached into a cupboard and got some crackers. As I munched, I thought, "If a psychic had told me five years ago (before I started thinking about van dwelling) that I would be sitting in a plain white van parked in an alley, at midnight, eating crackers, in the dark, in my underwear, I would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the prediction."

Seen elsewhere

A wall is up

Framed, squared, sheathed, tilted up and made plumb. Not bad for a handful of amateurs.

The opposite wall is next. It has no windows or doors, and is shorter, so it will be quick and easy.

Okay, I have a reason to go to Texas someday

Even the French do it

An old Citroën camper van

Guitar time

About a dozen people—babies to old farts—gathered at Forrest's shop for food, conversation and music.

Jesse

Joe (the chef) and Doug

Lou, of course

Can't jam without dogs. It's a rule.

Old trucks

Bunch o' boards

Measuring, cutting, squaring, nailing, and lots of discussion between. And maybe some head scratching. The first wall is framed up. We'll sheath it and tilt it up in the morning, then do the opposite wall.

But tonight is dinner by a professional chef, and jamming in the garage for desert.

Sometimes it's like waiting for Christmas

My Social Security check drops on the second Wednesday of each month. That can be as early as the 8th or as late as the 14th. I was a little irresponsible with my money the past month, so I'll be happy for tomorrow.

There are some things I'd like to get. A replacement for my burned out cell booster. Maybe a directional antenna to go with it. I'd like some new bedding. I need more Peri-Wash. And I should really get new brake rotors since mine are kind of warped and they've already been machined once before.

I don't need to get it all at once, but it's handy to have things shipped directly to Forrest's place while I'm here rather than going through my mail forwarder. On the other hand, there's no rush on the cellular stuff since Forrest lets me use his wifi. But on the other other hand, Forrest is a mechanic and is willing to change the rotors in exchange for the construction work I'm helping with.

One way or another, I think I'll be placing an order or two tomorrow, then wait for Santa to arrive in the brown truck.

Jeep trek

Since Lou and I are new to the area, we had only a vague idea where Forrest would be taking us in his Jeep. Up into the mountains. On a four-wheel-drive road. Abandoned mines. Water falls. A pass. We'd be gone several hours. And it might be cold.

At Ouray (which the locals pronounce you-ray) we turned onto a nice unpaved road. "Piece of cake," I thought. As we climbed, the road got steeper, narrower and rougher. Then really steep, really narrow and much rougher. Then we passed a sign warning that from there on it was only for four-wheel-drive vehicles.

But Forrest is a pro at this stuff. Not only did I eventually feel at ease (only a couple of ass-puckering moments), I also gained a new appreciation for four drive wheels, good ground clearance and the magic of gear ratios. And I started feeling sorry for Lou being stuck in the back seat. It was his choice, though.

One of the more interesting water crossings

It was over a hundred degrees in places like Grand Junction. Not here.

You can tell who the younger, spryer one is

Then, finally, we reached Imogene Pass. 13,114 feet. The highest in the San Juan range. The second highest in Colorado. Red Mountain Pass, on the Million Dollar Highway, which freaks out a lot of people, was below us. Neener neener neener.

Red Mountain Pass is the grayish triangle in the lower left

Shortly after taking this photo, we saw three bighorn sheep

On the way back, we stopped for lunch and some exploring at one of the abandoned mines.

Forrest says there are lots of other places we can go. I say, "Excellent."

We have lumber

There's going to be some serious cutting and nailing tomorrow. But today we're going to hop in a Jeep and head up into the mountains. Forrest will drive, Lou has made sandwiches, and I'm in charge of photography.

Carnage

Plywood, two-by-fours, one-by-twos, tin ducts, ABS pipes, copper pipes, insulation, fiberboard and steel I-beams. The trick was finding that one last thing that was stubbornly holding the halves together. And then being able to reach it with a reciprocating saw. And a pry bar. And some swearing.

Oh yeah, slick

But, ooooo, a brand new tool

Measure twice, weld once

Forrest bought a dilapidated single-wide trailer home with a decent chassis to use as the base of the cabins he's building. (A friend who does demolition tore off everything above floor level.) He could build the cabins at his place and buyers could have them hauled to their property. The frame is long enough to make to make three cabins. He has already used the first third for the cabin in the background. This morning, Lou and I helped him relocate the tandem axles on the remaining two thirds.

The remaining two thirds

Getting ready to position an axle

Hurray for welders!

Tack that sucker then weld it up good

Up next: cutting the the remaining trailer in half.

Lurking in the alley

I had a choice of several spots to "camp" at Forrest's place. He suggested the alley between his shop and the nursery next door. "You'll get good shade from the sun. It will be cooler."

"But my solar panel wouldn't be happy."

"Do you have a battery charger?"

"Yes."

"Well, there's an outlet right there."

"In that case, I'll give it a try."

So far, so good.