Construction, Day 18: More Windows and Walls Go Up

A possible problem begins to rear its ugly head.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse movies that go with them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

Tuesday was an absolutely crazy day for me. That’s one of the weird things about the work I do. I can get paid to just sit around and wait — which is basically what I’ve been doing since May 26 when my first contract started — but every once in a while, I have to actually work for the money I’m paid. And when I work, I work hard.

My day started at 3 AM when I woke up knowing that I’d have to wake up at 4 AM to fly at 4:30 AM. Why I didn’t wake up at 4 AM, which is when my alarm was set to go off, is beyond me. But that early start was part of what left me completely exhausted long before sunset.

Dry AM
Yes, I was hovering over cherry trees a half hour before dawn on Tuesday morning. Although it’s difficult to see in this shot, my client’s pickup truck was parked on the road overlooking the orchard when I arrived 5 minutes after I told him I would. (See circle.)

I was in the helicopter at 4:30 and over my first orchard at 4:35. Good thing. My client was parked on the road overlooking the orchard. So yes, I was 5 minutes late. But he was also clearly able to see that I needed my landing light to illuminate the treetops in the predawn light. I was one of the first pilots in the air that morning.

I flew for 2-1/2 hours, stopping once for fuel. I got home at 7:20 AM. Angel’s crew was there and they were hard at work on the back wall. They’d run the metal all the way to the end of the wall, covering up the window frame, which was still waiting for the window to arrive.

I had just enough time to change my clothes and head out again, this time in my truck. I had to meet with the building plan inspector at 8 AM in his office. The framer and his builder girlfriend had raised some flags about the way the roof over my living space would be completed and I needed clarification.

(Note to women working in male-dominated industries: Using condescending phrases like “you’re not a general contractor so you wouldn’t know” and “this is woman to woman advice” to a potential female client is not a good way to score points. Never — and I mean never — address me as “girlfriend” unless we are already friends. And for anyone in the building industry: stirring up trouble with a building plan inspector for a job you haven’t been hired for is a great way to lose a potential client. Just saying.)

I got the information I sought but didn’t want. I fired off a bunch of email messages from my phone and left a few voicemail messages. Then I grabbed a breakfast sandwich and latte at my new favorite drive-through coffee shop and headed out to Wenatchee Petroleum. Although I’d hoped to avoid using the on-board transfer tank on my truck this year, I knew it would make my life easier. So I bought 75 gallons of 100LL fuel — saving more than $1/gallon in the process — and headed home.

I ran into Corey, the boss of my construction project, on Joe Miller Road, right before the turn to my road. He was on his way out after visiting the site. I was surprised to see him; I thought he was on vacation. He told me not to worry about the roof, that Tanya would take care of it when she got back from her trip to the east coast. I told him that I wasn’t that worried, that I knew they’d do the right thing. Someone came up behind me on the road and because we were blocking the road, I said goodbye and continued on my way. He called moments later to finish the conversation, pointing out that the project was still moving forward at a good clip.

It certainly was.

When I got home, I saw that not only had all the windows and exterior man-doors been delivered, but the windows had been installed. The south-facing wall was done. And two plumbers were working on the stub-outs for my septic system and water lines.

I’d been hoping to catch the plumbers and give them instructions before they began, but they had already dug a trench for the septic system line and laid in some pipe. This was not done as my friend Bob and I had planned over the weekend. I talked with them for a while to learn about why they were doing what they were doing and tell them what I wanted. We came to a very reasonable compromise that didn’t require them to undo anything and got me the setup I wanted — primarily an extension of the water line for an outside spigot and an additional sewer takeout inside the RV garage. I learned a lot and got a better handle on the plumbing tasks ahead of me.

But I didn’t stop for long. The first of two pilots I’d hired to help me this season had arrived at the airport and I needed to meet him to show him the orchards. But rather than drive out to the airport, I asked him to come fetch me in his helicopter. He showed up with a companion a few minutes later and didn’t bother to shut down. His companion jumped in the back with Penny and I climbed into the front passenger seat. We then proceeded to tour four of the orchards he’d be helping me dry over the next four weeks.

Back on the ground, his companion and I drove my truck and Jeep to the airport. We piled into the truck, saw one orchard from the ground, stopped for lunch, and toured three of the others.

That’s when the second pilot I was meeting today texted to say he was about an hour out. Back to the airport to meet him. He’d come with a companion, too. I said goodbye to the first pair of pilots, who were heading home for a few days before the contract started, and turned the Jeep keys over to the newly arrived pilot’s companion. I was loaning the pilot my Jeep for a few days; his wife with his truck and trailer would be arriving before the weekend. We all went to Quincy where he parked the helicopter and we piled into the truck for a tour of four orchards in that area.

By this time, it was around 6 PM and I was completely exhausted. I’d been going nonstop since about 4 AM and had driven more than 100 miles, much of it on muddy orchard roads. I was glad to leave the two pilots behind at a Quincy motel and head home. I still don’t know how I summoned the energy to stop for milk along the way.

When I got home, I stopped to snap this photo of my building in the late afternoon light. Two walls of my RV garage/shop were completely covered. I really like the color scheme.

Two Walls Done
The windows and two walls are finished on the RV garage/shop side of my building and it’s looking good.

Here’s the time-lapse for the day. Again, most of the work is done on the far side of the building, out of sight of the camera.

Construction, Day 17: Starting Work on the Skin

A miserable day, but the crew kept working.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse movies that go with them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

The 17th day of construction — the beginning of week 5 — was a cold and nasty day, with rain coming and going throughout the afternoon and into the evening. I stayed inside, working on party invitations and other assorted paperwork. I feel as if I’m continuously trying to dig myself out from under a pile of paper.

This is my busy time of year for flying work — although that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll fly. We had rain (and I flew) on Thursday and Friday, but the weekend was quite pleasant with only a vague threat of rain. I needed to do my laundry and I don’t like going to the laundromat on weekends, so I figured Monday would be the day. Unfortunately, with the weather so iffy, a trip down into town looked like a bad idea. It takes about 20 minutes to get home (where my helicopter now lives), and with actual conditions not matching what I was seeing on radar, I really had no reliable warning system. At least from home I could see the weather moving in and react quickly if I needed to.

So I stayed home for most of the day.

Outside, the guys kept working. They were all bundled up in sweatshirts and some of them even had hoods up under their hardhats. They climbed up onto the RV garage roof and worked on the metal sheeting around the south-facing windows up top.

The exterior walls of my RV garage, shop, and garages would get the same rolled insulation as the roof in that area. That meant the workers needed to follow the same basic procedure as they had for the roof. The big difference was that they’d also have to cut around the windows. And I had a lot of windows to cut around. Because they also had to put some sort of flashing beneath the roof and around the windows, they didn’t seem to make much progress before lunch. But they made up for that after lunch by finishing up those top windows and getting about 2/3 of the south-facing wall done.

Meanwhile, one of the two framing contractors I’d contacted came by for a second look at the building. The pair consists of a builder and her framing partner. She was having trouble understanding how the roof over my living space would comply with code. I didn’t have answers to her questions about that but referred her to the plans inspector who had signed off on the plans. She told me that she’d spoken to him and that the plans weren’t approved. This was news to me that got me busy with email after they left. (She was wrong; they had been approved.) We also discussed the “storage loft” area I’d requested over my hallway, pantry, utility room, and bedroom closet. I saw no reason for these areas to have 18-foot vaulted ceilings; why not use this space for something else?

By 3:30, it looked to me as if it wouldn’t rain enough to get a call to fly. I bundled up my laundry and Penny and headed down into town. I had a bunch of errands to run, including getting my hands on a pair of frost-free yard valves. My friend Bob had recommended installing one on the front and back of my building. We figured that when the plumber came for the stub outs, he could extend the trench enough for me to install the two valves. Angel had told me the plumber would arrive the next day.

I also needed to pick up the printed party invitations. And drop a few off with friends in town.

Did you ever have a day when you’re trying to run errands and get things done and nothing seems to work out? (My wasband used to complain about this happening to him all the time.) That’s the kind of afternoon I had.

First, the clueless copy desk person in Staples told me they hadn’t run my print job because I’d set up the file wrong. She invited me behind the counter to see for myself, but when she brought up the file, she immediately admitted that it was fine. So I had to wait for her to run it then. That took a good 20 minutes.

Next, at Lowes, I wasted time looking for someone to help me, only to discover that they didn’t have what I wanted. I also took a call from a co-worker who needed an extraordinary amount of hand-holding for a grown man. (Jeez, what is it with some men these days?) While we talked, I couldn’t continue shopping for the other few items I needed, thus wasting more time. 13 minutes, to be exact.

In Home Depot, a long search for what I needed wasted more time and came up empty.

Radar Storm Cell
I made this screen grab after getting home; I watched this storm track down from the north and felt as if I was racing it.

I hurried back to the laundromat and threw my clothes in two dryers, pumped them each with 40 minutes worth of quarters and headed back out. I had enough time to buy more potting soil (for my third pallet planter) at Costco. At least that went smoothly. It was drizzling when I got out and, according to radar, a storm cell was moving in from the north. I had run out of time.

Half my clothes were still wet when I got home. I hung them on hangars all over the RV so they’d air dry. I texted back and forth with various pilot friends who, like me, were waiting for calls. I worried that if I flew and something happened to me, people cleaning up the detritus of my life would look at the clothes all over my RV and think I was a slob.

Nick, whose helicopter is based right down the hill from my place, started up and took off around 8 PM. My call came at 9 PM, which was too late to launch. It was a request to dry 3 orchards first thing in the morning.

What does this have to do with construction on my new home? Very little. But it does explain why I don’t have any good in-progress photos. Just this, which I shot on my way home.

Walls Going In
They started work on the metal sides of my building on Monday.

The time-lapse is also a bit disappointing, since they did all their work on the side of the building that doesn’t face the camera. Sorry!

Construction, Day 16: Garage Doors Framed, Windows In

Another minor problem fixed along the way.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse movies that go with them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

The crew spent most of Thursday installing the windows. But there was a small problem.

I discovered it on Wednesday evening when I was showing a framing contractor the space. That’s when I realized that the windows on the garage side of the second floor were roughly the same height as the bedroom window on the hill side.

And that was wrong.

You see, I wanted the windows as low as possible. I did not want to look through a screen or a window part. I wanted to look through plain glass, no matter whether I was standing or sitting. That’s why I asked for windows with one big pane and a small slider for ventilation at the bottom. I got exactly what I wanted.

Code allowed the windows to be as low as 18 inches from the floor if on the ground floor or if there was a deck outside. That meant all the windows on the second floor except one could be 18 inches from the floor. The one on the hill side, which didn’t have a deck outside it, had to be at least 24 inches from the floor. Because that was the only window on that wall, the difference in height shouldn’t be noticeable.

But because the idea was to align the tops of the windows with the two doors to the deck and those doors would be 6’8″ tall, we decided on 20 inches for all the windows except the one on the hill side.

But that’s not what the crew did. They framed the one window properly at 24 inches but framed the others at about 23 inches. That’s 3 inches too high.

Now you might say, “Three inches? You’re going to make a big deal about that?”

The way I saw it, it wasn’t 3 inches higher than I wanted. It was 5 inches higher — I wanted them at 18 inches. Standing on the second floor, looking though the empty window frame, I realized that the top of the window looked out at the deck roof overhang. That was wasted window space. There would be less wasted window space if the windows came down.

That’s the back story. I figured I’d talk to the builders when then arrived on Thursday morning.

Of course, I forgot. They got to work and immediately installed the four highest windows that faced south. They did them so quickly that I didn’t even know they were done.

Top Window In
The top windows look out to the south and are primarily for light and air circulation — if I can get them open!

I came outside to do something in the yard — I can’t even remember what — and saw them installing the window on the hill side. My brain kicked into gear and I dropped what I was doing to talk to Angel, the crew boss.

I don’t think he liked what I had to say. He was very confident that the door was taller than I’d been told and that he’d done it right to align the door and window tops. But I knew that if I let them move forward with the window installation in a place I didn’t want them, I’d regret it forever. So I told them I’d call the office and check with Tanya. He said they’d get to work on the garage door framing, which had to be adjusted to account for the planned slight slope (for drainage) in the garage floor.

I called Tanya’s office. It was 7:10 AM; the guys had started early again. Tanya wasn’t there. I left a message.

By 8:15 AM, I still hadn’t heard from her. I talked to Angel. I was conflicted on how I felt about it, wondering if I was being dumb. You know that feeling of self-doubt you get once in a while? I don’t get it often — which may actually not be such a good thing! — but when I do get it, I listen to it. It’s times like these when a real partner — someone with the same goals — can be helpful. (At least I assume so; I haven’t had that in a very long time and can’t quite remember what it was like.)

Angel suggested we call Corey, the boss. He gave me Corey’s cell number and I called. No answer. I left a message.

A while later, Corey called back to say he was on his way. I didn’t mean for him to come all the way to the job site, but apparently he felt he needed to.

He worked with the guys on the garage door issues and got them set to do what was needed. Then he and I climbed up to the second floor — on a ladder, since the man-lift was being used — and did a lot of measuring and talking about the windows. He was interested in two things: code and making me happy. In the end, I told him I definitely wanted the windows lower. I told him I preferred 18 inches but if 20 inches aligned the window tops with the door tops, I’d take 20. But if the door was so much taller that alignment required the windows to stay in their current position, I’d prefer 18 inches.

He said that it was a good thing that I’d brought this up now, before the windows went in. He said that once the windows and metal went in, it would be very difficult to fix. I knew that, of course, which is why I’d stopped Angel’s crew when I did. It wouldn’t be costing me money to fix it since I hadn’t made the mistake and this wasn’t technically a “change.” (Remember, the windows were supposed to be 20 inches off the floor.) But who cares about that? It made no sense to let them move forward when a fix was so obviously needed.

Corey talked to Tanya for clarification on code and told me they’d set the windows 18 inches above the floor. I told him I didn’t really care if the window and door tops didn’t align — as long as all the window tops aligned. “Curb appeal” is very low on my list of priorities.

Corey issued the orders and left. The crew finished up their work on the garage doors, moved all the window frames down about 5 inches, and put the windows in.

Building with Windows
Here’s the building early the next morning with the windows in. I went up there to check them out from the inside and am very happy I had them shifted down.

In the meantime, I went flying, doing my first cherry drying flight of the season. (Hell, despite appearances, I do work for a living.)

I should mention that while Corey was onsite, he gave me the progression on how the project would be finished up. The guys would continue working on the metal and then frame out the deck. In the meantime, a plumber would come to stub out the water and sewer lines. Once that was done, they could install the drain in the RV garage floor and pour the concrete floor and the concrete for the front deck post holes. The guys could frame the front deck. Then they could put the stairs in. Then I guess they’d be done.

Two weeks? Looks like that to me. Should be done right before the party.

Here’s the time-lapse for Thursday. You can see them lowering the window frames right before lunch.

First Cherry Drying Flights of the Season

Two flights, two hours.

I’ve been on contract for cherry drying services since May 26. It’s the earliest contract start I’ve ever had.

Although the first orchard I was on contract for dodged a few storms right at the beginning of the contract, the weather settled down and was very nice for two full weeks. Too nice, if you ask me. The east side of the Cascade Mountains is almost as dry a desert as the one I left in Arizona.

During that time, two other small orchards came on contract, giving me responsibility for three orchards totaling 60 acres. The only drawback is that 30 acres are in Quincy, about 10 miles from my home in Malaga, where the other 30 acres is. So there’s a bit of uncompensated flight time between orchards.

I’m Ready for the Calls

With a 20% chance of rain in the forecast for Thursday, a few growers — including one who isn’t on contract yet — called to check in. Normally, I don’t bug my growers unless they owe me paperwork or money; when there’s a chance of rain, they sometimes call just to make sure I’m really around.

What they don’t realize is that from the first day of my first contract to the last day of my last contract, I’m walking weather advisory service. I know the chance of rain for the next 3 days (50% today, 20% tonight, 0% Saturday and Sunday, 20% Monday) and what’s on radar now (dissipating storm system headed for Quincy orchard and building storm system heading for Malaga, both from north in counter-clockwise rotating weather pattern). I have weather on my phone, iPad, and computer and always have at least one of them within arm’s reach.

Helicopter Ready to Go
Rain in the area? I know about it and am ready to fly.

While under contract, I’m never more than an hour away from my helicopter, even on nice days with no chance of rain. If there’s rain in the forecast, I’m never more than 30 minutes away. If there’s any chance at all of rain within the next 30 minutes, I’m hanging out with the helicopter. If it’s raining on any of my orchards, I’m suited up and the helicopter is preflighted, untied, and ready to go. No matter what the weather is, I don’t drink — not even a glass of wine with dinner — during daylight hours. Of course, by the time the sun goes down, I don’t feel like that glass of wine anyway.

As for the helicopter, it’s completely up-to-date on all maintenance that would have it down for more than a few hours. Both fuel tanks are topped off — I refuel after every flight — giving me an endurance of at least 3 hours over the trees. I have the hinge pins off the pilot door so I can pull the door quickly — I’ve discovered that it’s better to fly with the door off, especially if it might get sunny during a flight; I’d rather be a little wet than roasting in the sun.

Thursday’s Flights

Under Constuction
There’s always something to do with a home under construction.

With a 30% chance of rain forecasted for Thursday, I hung out at home, which is where my helicopter is now based. The builders were still working on on my building and I had plenty to do to keep busy.

By around 1 PM, it started clouding up. I watched various storms on the radar, including a nasty cell near Peshastin and another near Cashmere. But all the storms were moving south to north and both of those points were west of me and my orchards. No threat. Still, I spent some time getting scrap lumber I planned to use for projects stowed away under my RV and closing up the windows in my Jeep and truck.

When I saw a storm come out of nowhere and apparently drop a ton of rain right on top of one of my orchards — which I could see from my home — I suited up and went out to prep the helicopter.

When the call came, I was actually sitting in the helicopter with the key in the ignition. I told the grower I’d be over as soon as I could. I was hovering over his orchard less than 10 minutes later.

I don’t particularly care for this orchard. In 23 acres, they’ve managed to throw in a cornucopia of obstacles: 4 buildings, 2 sets of wires (plus a nearly invisible one running from a pole to a house right at treetop level), 3 wind machines, a bird house, tall border trees, and a pipe that, for some reason rises about 5 feet over the tops of the cherry trees beneath it. It was just after negotiating around this pipe that my main rotor blades trimmed some narrow branches on one of the border trees.

And then there was the wind. Dead calm one minute and gusting like crazy the next. I made a 180° turn at the end of a row of trees and got a headwind gust that lifted me 30 feet. Sheesh.

It takes about 45 minutes to dry this orchard and I was glad when I was done. I sped over to the airport, parked at the fuel island, and topped off both tanks. My client called while I was at the airport to thank me for my speedy response. I told him I hoped I could respond that quickly every time he called and reminded him that I lived less than two minutes away by air.

After refueling, assuming I was done for the day, I headed home.

Refueling
The fuel island at Wenatchee Pangborn on a rainy day. My home is at the base of the cliffs behind the helicopter’s tail rotor in this photo.

Radar Storm
It should not have been a surprise to get a call from my Quincy client, considering this storm cell passed right over his orchard.

I was home less than a hour when a call came from the owner of my Quincy orchard. I felt sorry for the guy — he was going to start picking the next day. He’d almost made it through the whole contract without having to call — something he’d done only once in the seven years I’d been flying for him. Now he needed his cherries dried and they were especially vulnerable this close to picking time. Even though it hadn’t finished raining there yet, I hopped in the helicopter and flew over.

I landed in a parking lot nearby. The orchard is on Crescent Bar, which is a resort area. Unfortunately, a crack in the Wanapum Dam forced the Grant County Public Utility District (PUD) to drastically reduce water levels to the point where the boat ramp and dock are nowhere near water. This is destroying the summer season for businesses down there, including the condos, shops, restaurants, and rental companies. But it also means that no one will raise an eyebrow if someone lands a helicopter in a parking lot on a Thursday evening in June. In fact, it’s likely to be the most interesting thing anyone down there has seen this season.

I didn’t even have time to shut down. My client saw me and called to get me started.

This is an old orchard with some trees even older than me — can you believe that? The land is somewhat hilly and there’s a house and a shop building inside its boundaries. Also some wires on one end in an odd place. Other than that, no obstacles to speak of. What’s weird, however, is that some rows run east/west while others run north/south. This is a bit of a pain since I follow the aisles between rows. But after drying this orchard at least 10 times over the years, I’d learned a good, efficient pattern.

Unfortunately, my client wanted be to dry in a different order. He called with instructions. I did my best to follow them. The idea was to dry the trees with the most fruit first. Since it takes just over an hour to dry the entire orchard, that made sense, especially with the fruit so vulnerable.

Drying an Orchard
My client took about a dozen photos of me in action over his orchard. Of course, he was on the ground looking up.

While I was flying, my phone reminded me that I was due to have dinner at a friend’s house in an hour. I’d already called to postpone the date; I just hadn’t told Siri.

Down below me in various places, they were preparing for the next day’s pick. Outhouses lined the entrance road. A refrigerated truck trailer was parked at the loading dock. Cherry lugs and picking ladders were placed strategically in the area to be picked first. Cherry bins were laid out on trailers. A handful of swampers were moving around, doing odd jobs.

If you want to learn more about the picking process at this orchard, be sure to check out this video I made a few years ago.

The wind was a real factor in this orchard, too. Although it had been calm when I arrived, when I was about 2/3 done it really kicked up. I could easily see the windy spots — it was where the tops of the trees were moving nowhere near me. The trees in that area were young and I suspected that the wind alone might be enough to shake the water off. But I wasn’t taking chances. I kept flying.

I was very glad when I finished the orchard. I did my usual “victory lap” past the shop to say goodbye. Then it was back to the airport for fuel before making the 3-minute flight home.

More to Come?

The weather looked iffy for the rest of the day and I thought there might be a chance of more rain. So after a snack, I settled down in my La-Z-Boy, still in my flight suit, to relax. It was probably around 8 PM when I fell asleep.

I woke up, shut the door, and went to bed around 11 PM. I’d only flown 1.9 hours; I was clearly out of shape.

Little did I know, but there would be much more to come the next day.

Construction, Day 15: Roofs Finished

The roof is done.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse movies that go with them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

The crew arrived early on Wednesday — only minutes after I popped a fresh SD card into my time-lapse camera and started it up. Now that the days are very long — we get almost 16 hours of sunlight, and even more light if you include twilight hours — and starting to get very warm, the builders want to work early. They asked if they could come as early as 5 AM and I told them they could — heck, I’m awake at that time. They rolled into my driveway at about 5:40 AM. The earlier they start, the earlier they can leave.

The day was perfect for construction on a rooftop — very little wind and relatively cool. As usual, the crew got right to work. I was home all day, doing odd jobs around the yard and working on a writing project on my computer. I came out a few times for a peek at where they were, amazed, as usual, at how quickly this “well-oiled machine” worked.

Roof from the Roof
At one point, I climbed up onto the roof of the RV for a better look at what they’d done — and a photo, of course.

They finished the metal on top of the roof before lunch. Afterwards, they went back outside and worked on the trim, which I’m sure has a special construction name I’m not aware of.

And then they left.

Afterwards, I repositioned the man-lift and used it to go up to the second floor. I was meeting with a builder to start getting bids on the framing job and wanted another look around before he arrived. With the roof on, the building was beginning to really feel like the big shelter it would soon be.

Second Floor, Covered
Another look from the second floor, this time with the roof on. There’s no insulation under this roof yet; it’ll be done with the framing and drywall. The framers will put a wall between the second floor and the shop. I’ve decided to leave the roof beams (but not the purlins, of course) exposed.

Once again, the time-lapse camera isn’t in the best position to see exactly what they did. But you can watch them progress from left to right across the rooftop and then see them put up the trim.