Girls just wanna have fun!

Sal and I rolled boulders yesterday.  It was fun.  In an Egyptian-slave-working for-the-Pharaoh kind of way.

Instead of using concrete footings as foundations for the posts that will hold up the small outbuilding (studio) it occurred to us to use some of the boulders that litter our landscape.  ‘Found materials’ is the term for this kind of chintziness.  I prefer to think of it as smart materials handling.  They are already on site.  I don’t have to carry anything.

Exciting Picture of a Small Boulder

‘Course the rocks have to be big enough to act as a footing and that means each one is in excess of 300 pounds.  None of them are in the right place – naturally.  So, they have to be dug up, pried out and then rolled in to place. We need nine.

I had managed to pry most of them out over the past few days but they were still partially in their own holes and as far as thirty or so feet away.  We chose boulders that were uphill, of course.  We had to first prepare the destination spot and then we’d try to roll ’em in.  You’d think it would be a piece of cake.

It’s not.

Sal is a dynamo.  She goes at things like a dervish.  But she barely weighs a third of what the average sized rock weighs.  I’d pry the rock up out of the hole and we’d get it on to it’s tipping point and then I’d stand back to take a breather.  She would then grab it and pull it towards her. Grunting.  Heaving.  Sometimes, if a rock refused to budge or went off course,  the air turned blue.  Most of the time, it would require my added immensity to the force but, sometimes, she’d get the monolith moving on her own.

Found Materials: Rocks and Logs

Then there was no stopping her.  She’d get that puppy moving and throw herself behind it as it slowly toppled down the hill and she’d try to keep it going.  It was a marvel of determination to watch.  And, on a few of them, I did just that – I watched.  I watched the little engine that could.  I watched the little engine that did.  We got seven of them in place yesterday.  We’ll finish today or tomorrow.

But we have to do Wasabi first.  The tides are right.  Time to paint the bottom.  So we’ll get the boat onto the hard, wait for the tide to recede and then paint the bottom.  Lying on the mud.  It is an unpleasant job.  But it needs to be done.  So, we’ll do it.  (Just came back from the boat.  Damn.  We misjudged.  The tide was out just a few inches too much for us to float in to the boat-grid and we missed it.  We’ll have to do it tomorrow.)

And then later, for fun, we may go roll a few more boulders.

Is this better than a Starbucks or a pub?  Or what!?

 

 

5 thoughts on “Girls just wanna have fun!

  1. They are not secured in a significant way. We just dig a partial hole for them to sit in. Much like the deep ones they came from. Gravity and one of the first laws of physics about things moving are our friends. These are not bodies in motion, ergo they will not likely start up too soon. Plus there will be a heavy, strong, stiff structure pinning down any of them that feel the need to rebel against that law. I know, I know. Engineers might quiblle but we build to the 30 rule. “Will it last 30 years?” The 30 rule would take me to 95 and Sally to 91. We don’t care after that.

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  2. Reading your blog I can’t help thinking back to the 5 years I commuted to Bute Inlet from Campbell River (back in the ’90’s) and flew right over the Gulf Islands every week or so. I always wondered what it was like living down there. Now I kinda know.

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    • Stayed with Chuck, did you? Commuting to Bute, eh? That explains your understanding of all this I read between the lines.

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      • I’ve been every-where, man. Runnin’ the rockpile this week in fact, visiting friends in Nanaimo. Miss the sea air, let me tell you.
        Cheers

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