It has been a tiring few weeks.
It’s been hot. Even with the geothermal blowers running, the greenhouse has peaked at 105-110 degrees pretty much every day, and the camper has been in the high 90s. And even with the intense sun, our camp solar has had a tough time keeping up with the greenhouse blower and water pump -- we’ve had to run the generator most days. Meanwhile the flies have gotten obnoxious, and they bite! It’s been hard sleeping most nights, and hard keeping plants happy most days.
We are usually pretty OK going with the flow and owning the lifestyle decisions that at times inconvenience us. The thing that leaves us focusing on all of these grumble issues is living in limbo… in the progress doldrums. We need a house!
We had been on such a roll! Our tire bale permit came through just as the foundation concrete was cured, our tanks were delivered by Gerald from Diamond G, and the landfill was ready to go with tires for us. Our crew and equipment, though, was stuck on another job for a few days… then a week went by… then we thought they’d be good to go toward the end of that week… then the next week started without word… we started to think someone got COVID or something! By the time we learned that they would be tied up for the foreseeable future, three weeks had passed. So we did what we should have done three weeks earlier, and quickly got a Plan B in place.
Monday: We found a truck & flatbed gooseneck trailer we could use to haul 8 bales at a time, and a forklift we could rent from Big Mike’s in Gallup. We got permission to use the private road between our ranch and the landfill, for $30 per load. With 8 bales at a time that would be $360 for the 12 loads, but it would save us half the driving time. We lined up a forklift driver, and Chip planned to haul the loads while I guided the worker in placing bales into our walls according to the the layout I'd designed -- we were all set for a Wednesday start, but when we called to confirm the forklift, it was unavailable because the previous renter had extended. Kyle at Big Mike’s scrambled, gave the previous renter a bigger machine that we couldn’t use (but the other folks could) so that we could get the one we wanted, and they offered to deliver it at a discount!
Tuesday: We called the landfill… they didn’t answer their phones… so we drove over there with our permit and manifests to make sure we’d be ready to go the next day. It turned out they had a complete power outage! All the key players were out of the office, so we couldn’t confirm anything. We left our paperwork and a note. We called off the truck, trailer, forklift, and driver.
Wednesday: Brenda from the landfill called ready to load us up, and we explained that we had cancelled everyone since we hadn’t been able to confirm. Brenda said that was fine, they were ready to help us whenever we came, and she explained the process. We made the phone rounds to the others again to schedule everything for Thursday. The truck we had been planning to borrow was in the shop with a bad clutch, and would not be available! The trailer was a gooseneck and our truck doesn’t have a gooseneck hitch, so we couldn't haul it. Our neighbor Brett offered to lend us his brand new flatbed trailer with a straight hitch, which could handle four bales at once. Of course that would mean twice the number of loads needed at 90-plus minutes each, and $720 for road tolls -- but we didn’t want to wait any longer or call off all of the arrangements again, so we gratefully accepted. Meanwhile, the forklift was delivered by Big Mike’s, with only a minor mishap on our road.
Thursday: Go Day! Our fork driver called bright and early and asked if we could wait until Monday, since he had a bad stomach bug! The meter was running on the forklift at our house site, so waiting was out of the question in my mind, but that didn’t mean I wanted our driver to have to work while sick -- he offered to ask his brother, but his brother had no experience with a forklift, and my brain was scrambling. I called Chip who was at Brett’s picking up the trailer. After a minute of off-camera conversation, Chip announced that Brett had a friend, Derrick, over there working for him, that Derrick had experience driving a fork, and that everyone agreed Derrick could come over and drive the lift!
So Derrick came to the build site where I shared the layout and explained the plan, and Chip headed out with the truck and trailer for our first load. We knew it would be something like 90 minutes per load, and had no idea how long it would take to place the four bales that we'd get in each load. Derrick started getting used to the machine, and I went to tend to the greenhouse.
Chip called to say the gate to the private road with the toll was locked! He sent off some messages to folks with access to the road, and drove around the long way.
When Chip got to the landfill Brenda had his paperwork ready. She helped him fill out the required manifest, and explained the weighing procedure. She then directed him to the yard where he found our neighbor Johnny, the landfill supervisor, with a block of bales already assembled for us and ready to go! Even though Johnny was on vacation, he had come in to make sure we got what we needed. His crew loaded the trailer, and Johnny followed Chip out the road to open the locked gate.
Chip brought the first load in at 10:20. It was tricky unloading them without damaging the trailer, and took a bit of time. The four bales were off, and the first bale was placed at 11:20, while Chip raced back to the landfill for the second load.
Then I did this to my knee, tripping over the confounded wire and landing smack down on the concrete where the wire protrudes before taking a 90-degree turn. Luckily it at first just seemed like a cut, so I put on a bandaid and kept working, although it was a little bit slower running from one side to the other to site the bales square. After placing four bales, we waited about an hour for the second load. Four more bales went into the back wall, Chip took off for another load, and I iced my knee which had started to swell.
At about 2:30 in the landfill yard when Chip was having the third load tranferred to Brett's trailer, Gary, the operations manager, came out to see for himself what we were doing. He told Chip that because we are so close, he would have the guys haul the rest of the bales over for us! With their truck, that would mean three more loads instead of the 19 more loads it would have taken us going four at a time!
Back at the ranch, we got the third load of bales installed... twelve bales on our full first day of this work. It went a bit faster with Chip on site, because he could spot one direction and I could spot the 90-degree direction, so I didn't have to run around the construction site for every bale. On the other hand, Chip naturally takes charge since he's a take-charge kind of guy, and because at a construction site workers are generally going to look to him for answers... but I am the planner, and have had this house in my brain forwards and backwards and inside-out for a couple of years, and Chip's happy to trust me and doesn't scrutinize the plans. So there were times that he was calling the shots but calling them wrong, and he often didn't hear my comments over the noise of the forklift until I made sure he heard them, and it got a little tense. At the end of their day, the landfill called to say that their truck was loaded, and they would bring us the bales early in the morning.
I went to the doc and learned that my knee did not have any internal damage beyond the bursa making it look dramatic (by swelling or popping or whatever it did), so that was good! Within a day the swelling was down considerably, leaving just bruises. I iced and elevated and avoided too much climbing, but could keep working.
Bottom line: We transported 12 bales from the landfill and installed them into the back wall on Thursday.
Friday: At 8:00 Derrick arrived to drive the fork down to meet the truck from Red Rock Landfill, which brought 26 bales. Gary led the way in his personal truck to check out the site and make sure everything went smoothly. They made it all the way to our property with their semi on our dirt roads, to the base of our driveway. John drove the truck, and coached Derrick in unloading the bales -- it is an art! The one-ton bales are rubbery and move in an unpredictable way, their rubber can grab at the metal on the forks, you have to carefully negotiate the forks around the baling wires, and avoid knocking the back stack off the truck while pushing to get the front stack onto the forks. Derrick took the bales off in pairs and drove them up the driveway to our build site where he unloaded. With everything under control and running smoothly, Gary went back to the landfill.
Once all the bales were offloaded, John headed back to get another load. Derrick finished moving bales to the house, and we started laying in the bales. By the time we got all the bales onto the house site, and eight of the 26 bales installed in the wall, John was back with the next load! He also brought Elijah with him -- Chip had told me about Elijah, the whiz-kid who slung bales around at the landfill like nobody's business. Elijah unloaded the bales, but also found that the beefier forklift that we had rented was less nimble than the fork they have at the landfill, so it still took a good amount of time to unload.
Once the truck left, Derrick finished moving the bales from the driveway to our house site. We placed another couple bales before calling it a day.
Bottom line: On Friday, we received 52 bales from the landfill and moved them onto our site. We laid 11 of these into our back wall. Back wall: 2/3 done!
Saturday: Derrick came out for a full day of work. We almost had enough bales to complete the back wall and one of the side walls -- only one bale short. We finished the back wall. The bottom row had determined the size of the house: we set the "key stone" as the third bale -- the bale rotated 90 degrees to start the west wall, which we pretty much centered on the west wall foundation. Then we fit in bales until we reached the east wall foundation. We had poured that foundation wide to allow a fudge factor. Once our back wall overlapped with that east wall foundation, the next bale was rotated 90 degrees to start the east wall.
The second row of bales for the back wall could be whatever length, since it doesn't interlock with the side walls. So when placing the middle row, we started in the center and worked out from there until we overlapped the last bale on the bottom. The top row was a crapshoot -- we just hoped the bales on top would match the bottom row.
We started with the "key" bales -- the two 90-degree rotated bales -- and lined them up with their counterparts in the bottom row. Then we worked our way in toward the center, and then placed the last bale to fill in the gap. It all went in pretty well -- maybe not as tight as the other rows, but there were no gaps. Chip and I had some different ideas about how to do things at times (we both are pretty used to doing things independently and in our own way), but it all worked out
Bonus puzzle: can you spot the mis-placed bale in the picture above?