The Clear

 

I love that my wife Ida showed up to life in Maine with her own fluorescent hunter's cap. Whether or not she realized the ubiquity or the sincerity of it's employment here is another matter, but it sure helps her fit in and get along with the neighbors. Here she is sighting down the swath that running power to our land unfortunately necessitated. Luckily most of the trees were inconsequential, and by some maneuvering and re-planning we were able to save two gorgeous, large white oaks. We also found a beautiful Chaga growth at the base of one of the birches we had to drop, and were able to see its inner workings as we cut it up. It'll be tea in my cup in a matter of days.

By the end of yesterday day, the power poles were installed, three of them drilled five feet into ledge, and spaced at 250'.

 

Lyndon Babkirk, our new neighbor, has been a saint to work with, not raising a stink about us clearing for power access, and quick to loan us one of his many tools. Here he is with his new hobby: carving replicas of Maine's fresh water fish. They're beautiful.

Stig and I back at the Boat Yard were prepping out for the kitchen bath unit. I did all the framing calculations on Sketchup, a wonderful free program that's easy enough for this non-millennial to use. Thanks to Philip and Marsha, we were alerted that we'd have to install the 36" shower as we built, otherwise it wouldn't fit. And Stig was smelling particularly ripe that day anyway, so he tested it out at lunch break.

 

 This is a great example of how simple things can get complicated, of the three-quarters and inch and a halves that bounce around in my head on a given day in the shop.

To close out with a bang, here's a Time Lapse of us rafting the tree house: