OK, no attempt at clever titles here...the pictures speak for themselves. Of course, the other possible alternative, as suggested by my sister Gail, is "Holy @#$%!". That would be equally accurate. Last Friday was delivery and placement of the trusses, and it was a big, fat, hairy deal. Big wooden structures swinging on cranes, men crawling along them at perilous heights. Add to that some wicked high temperatures, and you have a little feel for the mood on Friday. Let's start out gently...
Here is Gail, the larger half of the "ground crew". The other half being me. She let me help...sometimes. Gail set up the lines, tied the knots, and hooked the trusses to the crane. We completely wore out every "hooker" joke we could come up with on short notice. Gail was unphased.
The truss gets lifted up:
Once the truss is lifted into its proper spot, it is nailed in place then and there. So the process is fairly time sensitive, especially since the crane costs $100/hour! We had to keep focussed, paced, precise, and safe for hours in the heat. It all worked out, but it was a high intensity day!
This is, in fact, the last truss getting placed on the gable end of the house.
This is a happy man, hammering that last truss into place.
More to come...I'm behind due to modem problems, but those are resolved, and we should hopefully catch up soon!