Everyone needs a break — even from taking a break. I went up and felled a few more trees, submitted our application (about which more below), came home. And then we took some time for Labor Day weekend to visit the local fair. Our particular “agricultural” fair has been going on for the last 103 years on that particular weekend. It’s pretty early in the fair season and before the fair season (autumn) really begins. And it’s pretty small. And, like most, it has been largely given over to the midway and the truck pulls. But it’s still small enough to retain some character.
The cottage site was quite wet. All the test pits, one of which we made into a fire pit, had filled with water with the rains of the few days preceding. A toad had taken up temporary residence in the fire pit. You can’t see him here, but he was merely hiding:So much clearing for such a small area. Without my helper (one of us must work, after all), it took a much longer time to haul and clear. I think we’re nearly there. At least the ROW is finished.
Back in Connecticut, work on Clark is nearly done. We’ve given him a new stripe outside; all that’s really left to do is paint the inside and put some kind of a floor down. The most glaring outside holes are patched, the sink is back where it should be. And — glory be — the wiring works. I’ll test the LP lines this coming week and we may even find we have a stove and a heater.
And then to the Fair.
This is what the tractor pull is now. We missed the oxen and the horse, which are my favorite. I can watch a horsepull competition for a day, easily. They have such personality and will; maybe we’ll get some in later in the fall.
As Jamie said, it’s not my thing. But I can see the fun in it and the folks who do it do as all who love a thing do: a stolen hour here and there, burning the garage light late after work, chiseling a sponsorship from the local car dealer — or being the local car dealer and sinking profits into a hobby.
After the Fair, I turned the car around and back we went to Vermont to visit my sister and brother-in-law. They entertained us with a delightful weekend — the Tunbridge Tri (a concoction of Erin’s that includes biking to a hike, hiking, and returning to soak in the river) and an awesome pound cake for our birthday.
Tomorrow, it’s back to the site. Our excavator is there and Donn will meet me. We’ll finish the ROW, grade the site, dig holes for the piers, and pray for clear skies.