|I just managed to shove the most ridiculous sandals into my top case. Hey, I'm motorbiking and camping--I'm not a heathen....|
|Bikes all loaded up and ready to go. I carried nearly everything since I would be continuing on after the first week.|
|Our camping spot at the Summit Springs Guard Station. I heard elk bugling one morning, but saw no moose....|
On the roof.
Of the cab built 50' above the ground.
Working on lightning equipment.
I think it was a test....
A quick check of the clear blue sky told me this would be as good a time as ever. I hopped into the lift and up we went. The view was phenomenal, and I was pissed I didn't have a camera. Once we finished, the rest of the day would find me on the ground, trying to find things to fill my time, being assured the next day would have lots of projects, lots of work.
Back at base camp that night, we had dinner together and spent some time getting to know one another over beer, wine, and later into the evening, Colorado-made whiskey.
|Surveying my work with the scaffold tower. Little did I know that coil of rope on the footer next to me would become my constant companion the next few days.|
Wednesday was the big day. At the top of the tower below the cab, the original plans called for three 8x8" beams, but only two were ever used. In order to bring the tower up to code for public use, the engineers required that the third, which was to go in the middle, be put in. This meant putting an enormous, heavy beam--also to be reinforced with steel--into a space which had sagged over the almost 80 years the tower had been in existence. Oh yeah, and don't forget, this would be at 50' above the ground.
In a brilliant feat of planning, engineering, and with a bit of luck, we managed to squeeze an "8 inch post into a 6 inch hole." Ian manned the fork lift superbly, lifting the beam into position. Chris was on the man-lift--or as I like to call it, the lady-lift--guiding through the first holes, and in the end, using sheer brute strength to help muscle that thing where it needed to go. Next it would come to me and Josh on the first set of scaffolding. Josh and I got it through the next set of obstacles we needed to avoid, and John got it last, harnessed off of the second scaffold. Next was the enormous piece of steel c-channel to reinforce the beam. I feel certain that nothing short of a direct hit by a meteor will ever be able to take out that tower.
I wish I had video or pictures of that afternoon--it was remarkable! I was so proud of us as a team. At the end of the day, our project leader, Chris, very kindly recognized the work we had done, and Josh, Ian, and I in particular.
That night, we ate dinner outside, and most of us went to sleep before the sun had gone down.
|Our crew chief, John, having a good time. That's a big part of the way Historicorps works.|
|It's hard to tell, but Ian is playing monkey-boy on the cross braces up under the cab.|