It’s one thing to disassemble a log cabin. Piece of cake. Putting it back together, like Humpty Dumpty, is another story entirely. Especially when you’re an amateur and have never done anything like this before.
One thing I learned is that it’s good in any endeavor to have at least 1 optimist and 1 pessimist involved. In Iraq, I served in a position which allowed me to sit in on videoconferences with many of the top generals. Gen. David Petraeus was an eternal optimist. His subordinate, Gen. Ray Odierno, was always a pessimist. They each learned from each other, and each fed off each other. It kept them both grounded in reality.
Having my brother Ray to bring my optimism short was useful in this project. Eventually, I began to realize how naïve were some of my own views, and started adding a discussion with my imaginary pessimistic friend in any planning session I held on the cabin.
When I originally looked at the cabin, I saw only the rosy side. The logs on the North and East side, which were heavily weathered, looked terrible on the outside, but fine on the inside. My thought was that since I was going to build an internal wall, I could just flip the logs and cover up the bad part of them.
Some of the logs were hollow inside (cypress rots from the inside out, unlike most wood). I thought I could somehow “fix” such logs.
Yet the more I began to look critically at the situation, I brought myself to reality. This would not be as easy as I thought. Some of the logs, I would learn, weren’t just ugly, they were downright dangerous.
Once the logs were relocated to the site of the new cabin, it was time to evaluate them. I could roll each log over, kick it, drill test holes or whatever to determine just how sturdy they were.
My initial look at the logs on the actual building gave me hope that I would only have to replace 2 or 3. This was good, because Texas cypress is now protected (as it was not in the 1840s when the cabin was built), and getting replacements would be very difficult. The only logs you can harvest, in fact, are logs which have already fallen down or from trees which have died. I’d seen a few such logs along the Medina River (the original source of the logs for the cabin back in the day), but few were big enough to meet my standards (15 feet long, 8-10 inches in diameter).
As I began to review my logs now, however, I realized I was not in as good of shape as I thought I was in. I didn’t need 2 or 3 new logs. I needed 7-10.
This created a huge problem, and meant I would have to spend a lot of time searching for replacements.
At the time this was happening, I was working in one particular job which suddenly went away (my boss was essentially removed from his position, and I wasn’t inclined to stay without him). So I went back to work for myself. Working for myself, I made decent money, but didn’t have a whole lot of stability. So it was a time to watch my finances and not get too extravagant.
Thus, between March, 2009 and December, 2009, I did not do any work on the cabin. All the boards from the frame part of the house were safely stored in the barn, and while the logs were in the yard at the cabin site, I would roll them frequently to keep them from weathering unevenly.
I focused on all the problems involved in running your own business for those few months, but in my spare time did some research on places to get cypress logs. After I found a few promising leads, I decided to go back to my site, canvass my logs and then take my order shopping for quotes.
So here are pictures of some of my several log assessment sessions:
Every now and then I check your blog to see if you have made progress. I am glad to see that you are still going forward. This will be a long process, but I am so looking forward to seeing it come together. rlaz in college station
ReplyDeleteI've made a lot more progress, but am only now putting it on the blog. I'll try to be better about that in the future.
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