The lower funicular works and today we put it to the test. We didn’t have much. A couple hundred pounds. Six cases of wine and some building crap. We have our priorities.
So, I went down and checked it out. There was a heavy freelance Cottonwood making a peaceful protest across the tracks and, like a heartless corporation, I just chainsawed the blockade to bits. I felt like Kinder Morgan. “Release the Leviathan!”
Sal pressed the button and down went the heavy 700 pound cart, slowly descending the galvanized rails we had previously put in place. Grrrrrnnnnkkk!
“It’s stopped! Hung up! So I took my finger off the button!”
“Yeah, well, I was gonna grind off a smidge here and there but I am surprised any of that would have held it up.”
Sally pointed to a thick bar acting as a ‘stop’ and we both wondered how we could have missed something that obvious but, then again, we ask ourselves that all the time. So, I got the grinder and trimmed it off and a few other edges. “Round two!”
And down she went. Got to the water….and….then she started to submerge. Then the deck was at the right height….one foot or so off the water’s surface. “STOP!”
Sal took her finger off the button and the cart sat half submerged. It was a beautiful thing. I jumped in the boat, swung it up against the cart and began whipping boxes on to it. And a few other things. I pulled back, “Press the up button. Make sure it’s the up and NOT the down or else we will have sodden wine boxes.”
Slowly it began to climb the ramp. One minute later, Sal stopped it at the lower deck. Hard to believe but it was even prettier sitting up there. I smiled and pushed the boat towards home dock around the corner. With that small event, we had made a milestone. No more with the heavy, heavy, slippery and sharp beach climb. Schlepping made easy. From now on, a piece of cake.
We have entered the Slothecine era.