Muddy hauling adventures
As
you've probably gathered by now, we don't live next to the road.
A third of a mile of floodplain lies between our trailer and our car
parking area, and during this abnormally wet winter that means a third
of a mile of mud.
It's been weeks since the ground has been dry enough for the golf cart
to traverse our swamp, but we went ahead and bought a vanful of building
supplies last week to finish up the homemade
storage building.
Since insulation is, by definition, light and airy, we didn't have a
problem hauling in enough to finish the walls. But the sheets of
plywood we plan to cover the interior with were another matter.
Mark wisely asked at the store to have the four by eight panels cut in
half, but even a four by four sheet of plywood is extremely
ungainly. I set out on Monday to see how many sheets I could haul
through the mud to move our project along.
Attempt 1 began with me
hoisting four sheets onto my head. By the time I crossed the
creek, I knew this method wasn't going to work. Luckily, I ran
into the heavy
hauler
halfway home, lashed the plywood down, and marveled over how wheels
made the work lighter. Elapsed time: 1 hour. Sheets per
hour: 4.
My
major physical weakness is carpal tunnel, and I knew that I couldn't
pull the heavy hauler through the mud again without waking up the next
night with tingling hands. So for attempt 2, I got out my hiking
backpack and some rope. Out at the van, I lashed four sheets onto
the backpack and manhandled it onto my back. The boards felt
positively light, but they also went a bit akilter and I had to
constantly push them back into place. Elapsed time: 40
minutes. Sheets per hour: 6.
For
attempt 3, I got smart and stupid all at once. First the smart
part. I realized that the pea trellis material
would make a perfect sling to hold the wood together, making it easy to
tie it onto my backpack. The whole thing seemed so easy, in fact,
that I got greedy and decided to haul in six sheets instead of
four. Bad idea! By the time I sloshed through the mud and
made it home, I was worn out! Elapsed time: 50 minutes.
Sheets per hour: 7 --- but that doesn't count the hour I spent
collapsed on the couch afterwards!
At least we have some
wood to work with, now. Mark has plans to fix up the driveway,
which may make all of this muddy hauling a thing of the past.
More on that later....
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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Ha! My mom's always talking about failed Arctic and Antarctic missions. I guess I should ponder those next time I'm out there hauling!
(Also, Mark wants the world to know that he wasn't slacking off while I was hauling stuff in. He was doing another equally important task....
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