Whoa. My body is tired. Breath.
We spent the day yesterday prepping for the 1st official day of building. June 7th, 2013. The wheel bearings were done last week, by Mike, who rocks. Super Duper friendly Dude who knows a hell of a lot about trailers and brakes. I probably talked to him 10 times on the phone last week, with various questions on what do now, what to do later. It’s a homemade really cool trailer with two levels that I purchased from Paul, the landscaper, who purchased it from the mason so it’s been loaded with stones, dirt, trees, plants in it’s past lives. And Paul has beautiful blue eyes…. diversion… but I couldn’t help notice.
So, the Thursday before Memorial Weekend, we drove to Fort Collins at 7 in the morning, meeting Paul from his red eye flight. (he works in Dakota half the month, and the only opportunity to meet him was this morning since we would be gone while he was home). So enroute to Moab to dance for the weekend, we drove the other direction to meet him at a truck mechanic to check out the brake work so I would know what I was getting into–(kinda, the guy who checked in out wasn’t as thorough as Mike. Still, it all came out in the wash). And after getting enough information to go ahead, and calling Mike in Boulder, Paul was KIND (super KIND) enough to haul the truck to Boulder to Mike, well we hit the road for Moab.
So, showing up at the shoppe yesterday after really only seeing the trailer twice briefly, it was kinda like Christmas to really look it over AGAIN and just see a whole lot of new possibilities. It is living up to her name, the magical mythical dragon that doesn’t show you everything that is there at first glance. She’s such an interesting trailer with two levels, and space underneath to play with–in floor storage, water tanks, solar batteries?? I’m thrilled.
I spent the first part of the day at the Resource Yard (I just walk around and talk to people. Ask for ideas. Suggestions. Go up to people who look like they know something about something, and say, “hey…. what do you think about…. ?” Probably helps being a woman. People, especially men, love helping women. (We watched a video on racial profiling yesterday, a mock up of different people stealing a bicycle. The white man– ignored. The black man– reprimanded. The pretty white woman– well, the older men in the video helped her steal the bike… I’m not kidding).
Then I got an iced coffee (my latest vice), met up with Victor, drove around looking for a truck to do the hauling (carshare trucks aren’t really up for a double axle trailer) and picked up the trailer and brought her home. Victor drove and I tracked the traffic— yes, we took the gender roles. Today, up early, walking around the Mapleton Neighborhood yardsale. Just to see what, if anything, might be there for Bitty Dragon. And to have a little small taste of a relaxing Saturday morning before jumping in with two feet. The essentials: I found a bright yellow pot, which Victor said could be my indoor plumbing and a bright orange mailbox which a woman said, “if your house is on wheels. Where will your mail go?”
“Wherever I am”, I replied.
To the tool library (at Resource Yard) to pick up grinders for beginning to work with some rust on the trailer and to McGuckins (I LOVE McGuckins. Another place to just hang out and ask questions of an ever eager staff. I’ve never been in a store with a more helpful staff. Really. ) Today, it was all about paint, primers, and rust. Grinding wheels, rustolium, and something that is probably terribly toxic but effective to break down rust. It’s interesting to try to break down the substance that is doing the breaking down, BUT it is my foundation after all.
Then back home, to get to work. Salvaged wood inevitably has a lot of nails and screws to remove. Good music, conversation. A tour of Carl, my neighbors’ woodshoppe. “Just don’t get hurt, is all I ask, ” are the words he left us with and some photos of his son’s tiny chicken coupe on wheels. Checking out the trailer more with Braden, our guest helper designer extraordinaire of the day. And beginning removing the screws on the decking (with a dwindling re-chargeable drill…) in order to get underneath and begin the work on the frame. Then of course, DINNER. Hot dogs, corn, and roasted veggies of the grill. A perfect end to a perfect beginning. I love the time of building. It is just as I imagined it. One foot falling in front of the other, and simply doing what’s the next things to attend to. And tomorrow is another day, and we’re heading out to listen to music.
A few videos about what we were up to today!