Going Back to Work for a Rest

There are times when we stop for a breather and say to each other "Have we really only been here since June?"   Knowing that winter is coming, and that we have to take full advantage of the time available, it seems like we've been working at this place for a lot longer.  Of course, as those that follow this blog know, we took possession in May 2010, but that first year was made up of a week here, a week there, as our suburban and city life permitted.

The other day we took a break and went for a walk around the grounds.  As we walked we realized that we were actually beginning to make progress.  When Paul was building the shed for the power and fuel storage, he remarked that it felt good to be building something from scratch instead of repairing something.  The house, gardens, and practically every system in the house had been in such a run-down state when we took over ownership, simply because it had stood empty for such a long time.  Everything we've done up to now has been repairing, fixing, tearing out and re-doing, let alone the regular maintenance that has to be done along the way.  With the building of the power house for the oil tanks, it finally seemed like we were getting somewhere.

One of the most important jobs that had to be done before winter was the undergrounding of the water line.  Last winter we had problems with the water line freezing, and although Paul did replace the entire line, it still needed to be buried in order to prevent it from freezing again.  We rented a trencher, which was useless, so we rented a backhoe.  It took a few days to dig a trench, and Paul definitely brushed up on his backhoe operating skills!  Between tree roots and huge rocks, not to mention climbing up the side of a forested mountain, this little backhoe certainly proved itself.



The trench must be deep enough to prevent the water line from freezing.  Paul dug down two feet, which hopefully will do the trick.



There goes another load of earth and roots.  Paul used the "thumb" attachment to move logs and downed trees out of the way.  Did I mention it was hot, humid and buggy?  Note the open cab, and Paul's full-face bug shirt!

After the trench was dug, the water line was dropped in and then came the tricky part: filling it back in again.  One crimp in the line caused by a rock would affect our water supply to the house.  Luckily, Paul managed to fill in the entire trench without causing any reduction in our water pressure.  For maintenance purposes, he marked every joint in the line with a piece of blaze orange cord.  This will make it easy to locate the joints if we ever need to dig up and repair a portion of the line.  A little forward thinking means less headaches in the future!

It wasn't possible to bury the entire 1200 feet of line, but most of it got done.  The rest will be wrapped in special insulation material.  In the meantime, talk about killing two birds with one stone: we now have a two-person wide, cleared trail, with no more fallen trees, trip hazards or huge rocks!



When we take stock of what we've done since June, it makes our head spin.  When Paul was done burying the water line, he went straight back to work on the power house (fuel shed).



He left a good eaves overhang because we get a lot of snow in the highlands.



Plywood sheathing goes up next.



Now that's a strong roof!



Plywood is on the walls and roof, with a coat of Thompson's Water Seal to protect against the elements.  We've got tarps on the roof for now because it was calling for heavy rain - and a good job we did that because for the next couple of days it poured!

Now, remember those sono tubes we'd had installed for the cabin back at the beginning of the summer?  Well, they had sat there through rain, shine and high humidity, and were beginning to rot in the ground.  Paul had been called back to work, and it was obvious that the tubes were not going to last until he got back.  The weather forecast said that heavy rain was imminent, and so we had to make a fast decision.  We called Ideal Concrete at 10 o'clock that morning, and they had a cement truck at our place by 12:30 pm the same day!   The guy was very helpful and we were delighted with their prompt and courteous service.



The cement truck arriving.



Using one of the "bigfoot" foundation bases as a funnel, Paul guides the cement into the tube.  The cement then has to be quickly tamped down using a sturdy piece of wood.  There are twelve of these tubes, three feet deep, and each one has a bigfoot base.



Hopefully we'll have enough cement left over to make this pad for our backup propane tanks.



The 12 sono tubes, each one with a bigfoot foundation, all filled with cement, then fitted with a metal plate.  And yes, we had enough left to do the propane tanks pad!



All done, and covered with plastic against the rain.  And just in time, because that afternoon it poured!

Now we can safely leave the cabin site until the spring, when we can start building!

It was an excellent decision to get the tubes poured that day, and now with this done, the power house framed and sheathed, and the water line buried, we finally feel as though we're making progress.

Aha!  You thought that was the end of this blog, didn't you?  Hold your horses because that's not all.  You know the phrase "it never rains but it pours"?  Well ... we noticed the bridge across the small creek that crosses our road was in a pretty bad state.  Most of the timbers were rotten and very soft, making it dangerous for vehicles, especially heavy ones (like, ahem, cement trucks).  And it just so happened that our neighbours (and the people we bought the house from) were having an open house for their woodlot on Friday and Saturday, with gravel trucks and school buses ... you get the picture.  So, we ordered the wood, got it delivered, and around midday Wednesday, Paul took the Suburban with the trailer down the road and started to dismantle the bridge.



Partially dismantled.  The hardest part of the job was pulling up the big spiked nails, as we needed to use them again.



You can see how rotten these 4 x 4s are.



Our lovely new bridge!  Once again, Thompson's Water Seal got slapped on, and a few shovelfuls of earth and gravel to protect the ends of the top planks.  And there's my husband, making some kind of triumphant gesture or is he giving me the finger I'm not quite sure.



First vehicle across the brand new bridge!



On he goes ... hold your breath ...



Huzzah!

This bridge should last now for a number of years.  It was something that was on our radar, but we really didn't plan on having to get it replaced this quickly.  Nonetheless, it's a good job done and one less thing on our "to do" list.

Having been called back to work, and leaving on Friday, Paul took Thursday off, after announcing "I'm going back to work for a rest."

I'll update soon, with a crop report, and a visit from sixty school kids!

Building the Fuel Depot

Although it's a beautiful late summer day today, the evidence is all around us that winter is on its way.  The maple leaves are beginning to turn red and fall, the apples are ripening, and berries of all kinds are abundant.

Living where we do on the edge of the highlands, we are pretty much guaranteed a long, snowy winter season.  One of the most important things we have to do is make sure that we have enough fuel reserves in case we get snowed in for a long period of time.  This is the idea behind the pad we had made just behind the house.  It will eventually become a fuel depot so that we always have plenty of backup heating oil as well as a heavy duty generator.

Recently, we had a load of cement delivered, and made a concrete foundation.




Nobody can really complain about our road anymore - not when a fully loaded cement truck made it to our place!

Paul had previously laid down a frame and metal mesh to reinforce the cement.  The cement was then poured down the chute into the frame, and Paul worked furiously to rake it all in.




Cement sets very quickly, and it's essential to work fast to get it into the right place.  I had never worked with cement before, and let me tell you, it's very hard work.  All I did was help with the final leveling off ... and I was left with the definite impression that I needed to pump some iron to get my puny arm muscles into shape!  Good job my husband is strong as an ox!




The finished foundation.  There was a bit of cement left over, just enough to make a second level to step down.




Of course we signed our names!

Once the concrete was cured, the next step was to put up the extra oil tanks.  These will be our backup supply of heating fuel in case we need it during the winter.




Two new tanks, in addition to the one we already have at the back of the house, will give us plenty of heating fuel.  This is the way they come straight from the store; they now need to be painted and to have valves installed.

Eventually we will also have a heavy-duty generator in the fuel shed.  But wait!  There's no shed ... yet.

Last week, Paul cut down some of the "standing dead" - trees that had died but remained upright - and cut them up for firewood.  He also cleared away a large area of dry brush and deadfall that had accumulated over a period of many years at the back of the house behind the new concrete pad.  The last thing you need is to build a brand new shed, and then have a tree fall on it!  Not to mention, it really does look so much better without all that debris.  Now the young saplings can have some light to grow up, and no risk of dead trees falling onto roofs/cars/people.

A dry, sunny day presented the opportunity to get the framing started for the shed.  This will eventually become our fuel and power depot -
far enough away from the house to be safe, but close enough to be convenient.



Paul bracing the framing for the walls.




Framing well under way.



When finished, the shed will have a sloping roof to reduce snow loading, a couple of windows, and barn doors for easy access.

We may be off grid and tucked away on the edge of the wilderness area, but one thing's for sure: we're definitely going to stay nice and warm this winter!

A Day Off

When you've been working 9 to 5, Monday to Friday for so many years, you assume that when you finally escape from that routine, you'll be working fewer hours and your weekends will be extended. Wrong. We recently stopped and realized that in the two months we've been here, we had not had as much as one day off, let alone two consecutive days! The weekend as we had known it, had ceased to exist for us. A dry, sunny day was a painting day or a gardening day, and there was just so much that had to be done that we found ourselves overwhelmed and unable to make time to just rest. It seems strangely difficult to arrange a "weekend", and even taking a couple of hours off to watch a movie made us feel guilty somehow. Then one fine, sunny morning we woke up still feeling exhausted even after a night's sleep ... and that's when we decided to take an entire day off.

Funny how, when you live on the Cabot Trail, you're too busy to actually see any of it. We decided to rectify this before the summer was gone. It was a beautiful sunny morning, at the bottom of our driveway we turned right instead of left, and headed towards Margaree.

The harbour at Margaree is lovely and I snapped a few pics:










Lobster is a huge industry here in Nova Scotia, and everywhere you look there are lobster traps:




I hadn't realized until we stopped off at Margaree, how much I missed that ocean smell! The scent of seaweed and salt water is quite intoxicating.

Further up the Trail from Margaree is Cheticamp, which is part of the Acadian region of Cape Breton. Cheticamp is a charming town, packed full of places to eat and hotels, motels and B&Bs. The French influence is quite apparent. It was very busy and seemed like a very popular tourist destination, with whale watching tours on offer, and lobster dinners at every corner. There also seemed to be a disproportionate number of hairdresser's.







As you pass through Cheticamp and get closer to the National Park, the mountains start to get higher and the landscape more rugged.







Cape Breton Highlands National Park of Canada cuts across the entire northern lobe of Cape Breton Island. There is a $15 entrance fee for a passenger vehicle with two occupants, and if you are going to be camping there, you need to buy a permit.




As you drive along the Cabot Trail within the National Park, you steadily climb into the higher elevations along the coast. Some of the mountains are over 400 metres, and the views are spectacular. Scenic lookoffs are thoughtfully placed, and you can get some incredible photos.










It was definitely a good day to tour the Trail, with blue skies and sunshine the whole way. We stopped off at a place called the Rusty Anchor at Pleasant Bay for an excellent fish and chips lunch, the place was busy and the food delicious. The very northern section of the island is not in the National Park, so you exit the park at Pleasant Bay and then it's possible to take some side trips off the Trail to places like Meat Cove, which we decided to leave for another time. Then you turn back south and enter the Park again (you only need to pay once!).

The National Park is very well maintained and the roads are excellent, but you do need to pay attention while driving as there are some very steep inclines and hair-pin bends. The views say it all:










There are many different camping areas within the Park, with terrains to suit every taste. There is fishing, hiking, swimming and mountain climbing all within reach, and beautiful coastal areas with rocky cliffs and beaches to explore. Did I mention that this is all along our road?







We stopped at this area which had a nice stretch of rocky shoreline and a couple of beaches where people were actually swimming.  There were lots of little trails to explore as well.  All of the camping stop-offs within the Park were very nicely equipped with parking areas and washroom facilities.  As well, every so often along the Trail there were emergency shelters with a phone available.  This would definitely save your bacon if you were caught out.




On the way back down the other coast, we were treated to more stunning scenery.  Cape Breton resembles parts of Wales and Scotland, with probably the best parts of each, and improves upon both in its own unique blend of highland landscapes.




One of the highest mountains in the Park is Cape Smokey, and the driver needs to have both hands on the wheel at all times to safely negotiate the steep roads which snake up and down the hump backs of the highlands with plenty of hairpin bends.  We were driving behind a guy who was riding his brakes practically the whole way, and the smell of burning rubber told us that by the time he got home, he`d need a new set of brake pads!




When you once again exit the National Park. you come across the town of Ingonish, home of not only the Gaelic College, but also the Highland Links golf course.  Ingonish is a very well-kept town and definitely worth a visit.  From Ingonish we travelled back down the Trail towards the Bras D`Òr Lakes, past St. Ann`s and thence back towards Baddeck and our section of the Trail.

It was a glorious day and the weather could not have been better.  If you have never seen the Cabot Trail, it is well deserving of its status of one of the seven wonders of Canada, and should be on everyone`s bucket list.

All in all, our day off was very enjoyable indeed.  We`ve agreed that we must try and find a way to schedule in two consecutive days off every week.  Now, what did we used to call that -- there was a term for it -- oh yes, a weekend!

Potting Progress

I wanted to post an update on that little part of the house that we call "the lean-to".  It's kind of like a garden room/greenhouse/suntrap and it's the perfect spot for potting up seeds and for getting sunlight to seedlings while protecting them from the elements.  I don't really know what else to call it but it's a really quaint area with the rough stone walls and rustic feel. 

Anyway, remember this?



This is how it looked when we first took ownership of the place.  Torn, ill-fitting sheeting and odd bits of plastic covering the openings.  Most of the wood was not in great shape either.

Then Paul replaced the frame, and put up strong plastic to keep the elements at bay until we could get something permanent.  Well, I'm pleased to report that we now have Suntuf in place!  Suntuf is a corrugated plastic product that lets 99% of sunlight through, and is strong enough to withstand the UV and heat of summer as well as the freezing temperatures of winter. 




Putting up a strong framework so that the sheets of Suntuf won't flex in the high winds we get here.  There's also the issue of snow loading - the steep angle means the snow should slide off, but we are in the snowbelt, so best not to take chances!



The view from inside.  Did I mention it was buggy?



The finished product, from inside. 



... and outside.  What a difference!  Note the strange optical illusion where it looks as though the top squares are empty.  They're not - the sheets go all the way up to the top!  We still need to find a triangular piece to fit the end section, but for now the plastic will suffice.

Since this has been done, we've had high winds, torrential rain, and intense heat.  So far, so good - no leaks or cracks.

Seeing as now I have somewhere to put my pots, I figured that's exactly what I'd do:



Looks good!



I'm hoping something will grow!