Now that the logs were here, we had to get them to the building site, down 500 meters of narrow winding driveway. The Man of the House built a ‘log trailer’ that consisted of two sets of wheels on axles, one for each end of the logs. We took them down two at a time, lashed together so they wouldn’t roll.
It was a good idea but the back wheels zig zagged all the way down and threatened to go over the bank at every bend. We needed to secure them somehow so that they would just follow the front and not go where they felt like. The Man of the House has an engineering brain and he nutted it out before disaster struck. A bar attached to the rear axle, pulled up and secured between the logs locked the back wheels and the ‘trailer’ performed well enough to get all 94 logs down.
There was one minor disaster, unrelated to the ‘log trailer’. Rob was helping us out that day and he and The Man of the House, jabbering like a pair of monkeys, drove the tractor, with a pair of logs attached into a drain. Funny how trouble and Rob are quite close companions.
Once the logs arrived at the house site, the crane lifted them onto two platforms designed to keep them off the ground. It was an impressive site and exciting to think that one day they would form the walls of our house.