So, yeah, "Crunch!" is not generally the sound you want to hear during a construction process, but that's how the day went. For the past couple of days our excavation crew has been down to one wiry fellow since the other 3 are off on family business (tomorrow we start with the full crew again). Tom and I were out at the property bright and early to meet with our solar panels installer when Wiry Guy shows up. Not only is he nursing a broken rib (which we'd known about), but yesterday he came down with the flu. But, a harder worker there never was, so after a quick briefing, he got to work.
I pointed out a dead popple that had gotten hooked up in another tree and asked him to take it down. But first, a little background to this story. The last time Tom was visiting his dad he brought back the canoe we had down there at the lake but never used. Tom spent a good couple of days stripping some old paint off of it, sanding it, and then repainting it camo-colored (we were going to hide it down alongside the river so we wouldn't have to haul it down each time). Looking for a safe, out-of-the-way place to put it up at the property during all the construction - until we had a chance to portage it down to the water - we put it a little ways down our trail to the river. And, of course, that's right where the dead popple fell. On the upside, we'd put our really good canoe there, too, and it was perfectly fine! Somehow got flipped completely over in the action, but had nary a dent. Not so for the old camo canoe.
So, that started broken-ribbed, flu-stricken Wiry Guy's day. Next, the track came off the huge backhoe he was using. Tom and our electrician spent a sweaty couple of hours with another small cat (machinery), a large prybar, and a lot of sweat to help him get it back on. Did I mention that it was 83 degrees by 10:30 this morning? Oh, and the blackflies were out.
What a Monday. Tomorrow's GOT to be better!