Just got done hauling the last of my gift home. Fellow I know is selling his farm and gave me...slight drum roll here...cymbal crash....eleven 31 foot X two foot X 14 inch old growth Doug fir timbers. It has been a very long day moving these fellows. I had to make three trips as the hay wagon could not handle the weight of all of them, and I had to go up into the boonies on an old logging road and cut through some seldom used trails to get them here. Pretty ride, though. the old Oliver bellowed under load going up the steep parts, but never missed a lick. Anyway, I am done in, but the timbers are stacked on dunnage and have a tarp over them for now. Thinking bridge here, over my creek. THAT should drive the fish and wildlife clowns up a wall!! I knew I saved all those 100 penny spikes for something.....I think I will have a bourbon and coke now. Nice evening.
Thanks. I have known of these for several years, but never said much about them except to comment on how unusual it was to have timber of this size, and old growth to boot. The fellow is 84 years old and finally scaling back! He knew his grandfather came by them, he thinks they may have been destined for a dock or railroad bridge at one time. He was afraid some clown would cut them up for flooring or something. I am going to be very careful to get air to them, and sunlight as possible.
"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."