Chris has agonized for months about our floors—what to make them out of. We knew we wanted wide boards of real solid wood, no veneer fake stuff. He kept holding fast with the idea of cypress, the same floors we had in Lahaska. but he couldn't find a supplier locally or anywhere else for that matter. Finally he caved in and called Tinsman's in Lumberville, PA asking if they'd help us out (our old back-home supplier) ... so a freight company was arranged and the boards were tarped and shipped across the continent ... and now Chris is happy. The boards all had to have their ends sealed with any random paint and that job fell to me. Now they have to dry inside the house for at least a month.
We really liked our old house in Lahaska and one of the items we hated to leave behind was the front door, an old New Jersey farm house door from the 1700s. What to do? We found a door maker in Salida who will make an approximation of the same style door for us: diagonal wide boards on the exterior side and a more formal six panel arrangement on the inside—essentially two doors sandwiched together. The fellow made a scale mockup to work out some details and make certain he understood what we had in mind.
The siding is moving along and looking very nice. Seen from a distance, the house is starting to disappear into the woods, just as we had hoped.
We need more breaks than we are taking ... and this weekend the 90th annual Collegiate Peaks Rodeo in Buena Vista (30 min. up the road) lured us away. Set on the valley floor under a glorious big sky with the peaks all around, it was a feast of major proportions for all the senses. Small cowpokes frolicking in a big sand pile in front of the grandstand where parents could keep an eye on them while enjoying the cowboy/lasso/horse/bull/sheep/calf antics in the big arena. Tough cowgirls duded up in requisite western attire with the addition of broad rhinestone sparkly belts and long flowing manes under their big hats. Cowpokes in training holding on for dear life with four limbs clutched around non-consenting bleating sheep ... six seconds needed ... most fell off quickly and got tumbled and kicked by their terrified mounts before being swept up and away by the safe arms of a big person.
The food was greasy and terrific ... although we worried that indigestion would overtake us in short order. If you forgot your cowboy hat, there was the chance to remedy the situation on the spot. We had a really good time at the rodeo!
Chris has agonized for months about our floors—what to make them out of. We knew we wanted wide boards of real solid wood, no veneer fake stuff. He kept holding fast with the idea of cypress, the same floors we had in Lahaska. but he couldn't find a supplier locally or anywhere else for that matter. Finally he caved in and called Tinsman's in Lumberville, PA asking if they'd help us out (our old back-home supplier) ... so a freight company was arranged and the boards were tarped and shipped across the continent ... and now Chris is happy. The boards all had to have their ends sealed with any random paint and that job fell to me. Now they have to dry inside the house for at least a month.
We really liked our old house in Lahaska and one of the items we hated to leave behind was the front door, an old New Jersey farm house door from the 1700s. What to do? We found a door maker in Salida who will make an approximation of the same style door for us: diagonal wide boards on the exterior side and a more formal six panel arrangement on the inside—essentially two doors sandwiched together. The fellow made a scale mockup to work out some details and make certain he understood what we had in mind.
The siding is moving along and looking very nice. Seen from a distance, the house is starting to disappear into the woods, just as we had hoped.
We need more breaks than we are taking ... and this weekend the 90th annual Collegiate Peaks Rodeo in Buena Vista (30 min. up the road) lured us away. Set on the valley floor under a glorious big sky with the peaks all around, it was a feast of major proportions for all the senses. Small cowpokes frolicking in a big sand pile in front of the grandstand where parents could keep an eye on them while enjoying the cowboy/lasso/horse/bull/sheep/calf antics in the big arena. Tough cowgirls duded up in requisite western attire with the addition of broad rhinestone sparkly belts and long flowing manes under their big hats. Cowpokes in training holding on for dear life with four limbs clutched around non-consenting bleating sheep ... six seconds needed ... most fell off quickly and got tumbled and kicked by their terrified mounts before being swept up and away by the safe arms of a big person.
The food was greasy and terrific ... although we worried that indigestion would overtake us in short order. If you forgot your cowboy hat, there was the chance to remedy the situation on the spot. We had a really good time at the rodeo!
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