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Cylinders -- 20 August 09 -- These are concrete test cylinders. When professional builders are making something with concrete, they turn some of it into these, and then see how hard they are to smash. The photo comes from the Craigslist posting where I found them.

My new policy is not to write about any building-related task until after I've done it, so I'm not saying what I plan to use these for, just that they're absolutely perfect. Last night I did some math and figured out I needed 25 feet of width, and that I might be pushing the limit of my truck to haul that much in two loads. So this morning I removed the passenger seat, which reduced the weight by 40 pounds and made a spot up front to distribute the weight more evenly. Then I drove to pick them up in the foothills of Mount Spokane, at the top of many miles of steep winding gravel roads, on a 95 degree day.

It turns out they're 12 inches long, six inches in diameter, and 27 pounds. In two loads of 25 (675 pounds each), I hauled 50 of them up to the land. Total cost, via my ScanGauge II: $17.80 in gas money.

Underground House Complete -- 30 August 09 -- I'm joking. This is the intake for a greywater sump. Chuck came up from Portland this weekend and donated and mostly installed it. That elliptical shape around it, I'll explain another time.

I forgot to take pictures until the very end, but Chuck brought up a ten foot length of six inch plastic pipe, with three rows of quarter inch holes drilled all along the bottom. The end was plugged with a plastic grate, and the other end was attached to a 22½ degree elbow, which was attached, via another short bent connector, to the four foot upward pipe. It's hard to explain without pictures: since you're unlikely to lay the bottom pipe at an exact 22½ degree slope, the upward pipe will be slanted downhill or more likely uphill. But the second bent connector allows you to rotate it, and turn the uphill slant into a sideways slant, which you can then correct by rotating the whole thing along the axis of the bottom pipe. Luckily I had a good level to get the pipe straight, and a mallet to attach and remove the bottom pipe a couple times before we got it right.

At the top of the upward pipe are a couple stovepipe parts, and a screen made of quarter inch hardware cloth held on with a hose clamp. The pipe in the ground is buried almost two feet deep, and underneath it Chuck put five gallons of gravel. If I had to do it again I'd use ten or fifteen gallons, but five was all we had, and it should still work because the soil at that depth is almost pure sand. Then we put the silty upper soil back in the trench.

So now there's a safe way to get rid of greywater, and it will eventually make a nice place for a garden.

Clay! -- 4 September 09 -- I've been checking the craigslist free stuff list all summer, and just got a stroke of luck. A guy named Steve, who runs Search Dog North Idaho, has arranged for a bunch of clay, excavated from the Sandpoint Bypass project, to be donated to local artists. He says cob building is definitely an art, and I can have as much as I want. Yesterday I took the passenger seat out of the truck again and drove up and hauled the first load to the land.

I'm doing a shake test on it now, and should know the composition in a month, but it looks like almost 100% pure clay. And it's surprisingly easy to load and unload -- much easier than gravel. The only limit is how much time and energy I have to drive to Sandpoint and back.


Little Things -- 1 October 09 -- The worst part of solo homesteading is that you can't divide up the jobs and just do the ones you like. You have to do them all, and on this trip I didn't feel like doing anything. But the weather was perfect: 60 degrees, overcast, and dry. So I just forced myself to take care of a bunch of little things. On Monday I put the canvas tent away, because it needs to be put away dry, and it's only going to get wetter from here on. Also I covered the tent platform with tarps, cut some grass for next year's cob, transferred all the coffee chaff from garbage bags into one of the barrels I got this year, and spent a couple hours cleaning up tens of thousands of tiny bits of pink plastic fiber that came off the carpet I was using as a crossbow target. I've thrown the carpet away, and don't know what I can shoot the crossbow at next year. Maybe carpet that doesn't shed as easily, or old wool carpet if I can find it, or straw bales.

Here are some cob test bricks I made, with pure clay, coarse granite sand with a bit of silt, and native reed canarygrass. The numbers carved on top are the clay percentages: 20, 10, and 30. After they dry, I'll see how easily they break, and then do more tests to get the optimum percentage, or the lowest percentage that's good enough. The hardest part of making them was getting the clay in usable form. I soaked some chunks in water overnight, and then the next day I repeatedly stirred the bucket with a piece of wood and pounded the lumps out, until it was a uniform smooth thick texture that formed soft peaks just like meringue.

On the last day I moved a small slash pile and built a "bypass" to connect one path more directly with another path, sawed some more wood, did the first sharpening of the chain saw chain, dug more holes for plants, and fastened a tarp over the one stick pile that I need to burn this winter, because it has a barrel in it that needs to be burned clean. Which reminds me that I figured out a trick to get the barrel dry. It still had some liquid in it, don't know what but it looked and smelled like dirty gasoline. So I put it mostly on its side hoping the stuff would evaporate faster than rainwater got in. But it didn't evaporate and apparently blocked the water from evaporating. So I stuffed some dried out hound's tongue plants in, and over the last few weeks they wicked everything up and catalyzed the evaporation.


How to Make an Ellipse -- 9 October 09 -- A circle is defined by one point, the center, and one distance, the radius. An ellipse is defined by two points and a distance. Each point is called a focus (plural foci), and the distance is the sum of the distances to each one. This photo, taken in early August, shows the first stage of drawing an ellipse on the ground: pound two thin stakes, tie a string between them with plenty of slack, and move another stick around as far as the string lets it go. The sticks here are bamboo that was shipped with tree saplings to keep them straight.

And here it is after more work. At the outside edge, the trench is roughly ten feet by nine feet. I knew at the beginning that I wanted those dimensions, so before I did any digging I did some math to figure out that I should use a ten foot string and put the foci four feet apart. It turns out that the long diameter of the ellipse is always equal to the length of the string. If the foci are in the same spot, the "short" diameter is the same as the long and you have a circle. As the foci get farther apart, the short side gets shorter. You might notice that the long side of the ellipse is facing the sun.

I would dig a bit, run the stick around on the string, and dig a bit more, with the goal of a sixteen inch trench extending about three inches beyond the limit of the string. This isn't quite that precise, and the uphill side is a few inches higher than the downhill side, but at a certain point I said good enough, ran a rake around the bottom to smooth it out, and waited for a good rain to soak it before I went to the next step.

Continuing with my very successful policy of not writing about anything until after I've done it, I'm not going to say where I'm going with this, but you can probably guess. In the bottom of the trench is a bunch of "urbanite" I hauled up from Spokane. It wasn't quite enough, so I found some rocks to fill in the bigger gaps. Now I'm going to let it sit over the winter and settle a bit, and do the next stage in the spring. That thing sticking up, by the way, is the input for a greywater sump that Chuck donated. See the August 30 post for more info.

Foundation -- 25 April 2010 -- My policy is to not write about any project until after I've done it, but it's becoming obvious that the mysterious stone circle I made last fall (in this post) is the foundation for a structure. A week ago, I picked up eight 80 pound bags of concrete mix from Home Depot, and Ian and Jana came up to help me. Mixing concrete with a shovel is surprisingly easy if you do it a bag at a time -- and if you can lift 80 pounds. If not, the 60 pound bags are only a slightly worse value. I was afraid it would be so wet that I would have to fill the whole trench, which would have required a lot more of it. But we could keep it firm enough to just fill the cracks between the urbanite and get a couple inches on top.

And here's what went on top: the concrete test cylinders that I picked up last August. This was how far eight bags got us. Yes, I rinsed the dirt off before putting the concrete on. Also, I covered all this up with wet leaves to keep it moist so it could cure better. And I'm going to have to throw in lava rock and dig a trench to carry off water that would otherwise fill the foundation and freeze next winter. To find out how much the frost under the foundation will damage the structure, is one of the things this structure was designed for.

A few days later, I picked up Ian and six more bags and drove up to finish. We ended up using 45 of 50 cylinders, and that rock slab on the left was donated by Bob, and will go under the door. Here is a detail of what we put under the door slab: a few more rocks with concrete around them. And that big rock to the right of the slab is holding in a piece of bark which is holding in some wet concrete. That blue thing on the right is the disposable glove I used to shape the concrete with my hand. Total cost, not counting the massive costs of owning a vehicle: around $55.

Straw Season -- 28 May 2010 -- According to The Hand-Sculpted House, the best straw for cob is oat, rye, or winter wheat, and I expect that winter wheat is the most common. Here's a page that shows planting and harvest dates for wheat. In eastern Washington, winter wheat will not be harvested until July, which means if I want it in May, I have to buy bales stored since last summer. On Spokane Craigslist this month there are more people looking for straw than selling it, and I just drove nearly an hour each way to buy three mediocre bales for $5 each. This is why I'm starting with a shed, so I can use up some mistakes on a structure that's not that important.

Got Straw -- 11 August 2010 -- Wheat harvest has been going on for a few weeks now, and finally someone offered fresh straw on craigslist, and cheap, only $1.25 a bale! It was in Kettle Falls, an 80 mile drive north of here, but it was a nice day for a drive and I had never been up there. Along the way I picked up two hitchhikers, a young hippie from Connecticut and a woman from Belarus, who were on their way to a Rainbow gathering. I dropped them off and found the farmer, who led me to the field in the photo. The bales were just barely small enough that I could cram four of them in the truck and still get the cover on in case it rained. Then I took a nice shortcut to drop them off at the land, driving up Flowery Trail Road from Chewelah to Usk.

A second shortcut, taking the "back road" through the hills on the other side of my land, didn't work out so well. It looked simple on the internet, but in practice there were unmarked forks and roads that got worse and worse. Finally I gave up and took the long way around. Later when I got back, I zoomed in really close on Google maps and discovered that the satellite photo does not show a road where the overlay shows a road! [Update: later I tried exploring on foot from the other direction, and all roads dead end in private property. My neighbor tells me that the road used to go through and somebody who lives on it made it impassable.]

Anyway, now I have four really nice bales under a tarp on pallets, and at least one visitor coming this weekend to help build cob.


Woodhenge -- 18 August 2010 -- "In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history, lived a strange race of people... the Druids." Seriously, in the photo you can see Chuck and Agamemnon, who came up to help with this year's project and clumsily stalk chipmunks, respectively. The wooden thing is a door frame, with the curved part made out of a western redcedar, and the straight part made out of a grand fir. The fir was already dead and I killed the cedar for exactly this purpose. It was growing upside down from how you see it.

Chuck has some construction engineering skill, and we decided to join the two pieces of wood with a mortise and tenon joint. Those links go to photos that were taken when both were still in crude form. I forgot to bring a chisel, so we roughed out the perimeter of the mortise with a drill, and then got the center out and smoothed the edges with a mini hatchet, a mallet, the sharp part of a hammer, and a whittling knife. It helped that the center of the log was rotted out. The tenon just took some sawing. I made the mistake of cutting the tenon a little big, figuring that we could always make it smaller. But then it took me a long time to get it small enough to fit.

Then we had to fit the parts together so that the legs were parallel, cut some wood off the bottoms of the legs so the whole thing stood up straight at the right height, and cut away some wood so that we'd have a smooth joint, which you can see in the photo. The "O" was to remind us which side of the log faced the outside of the structure. Chuck was a good sport about holding the thing up while I checked it with a level and figured out how much wood to cut. I made some lucky guesses and we still had to stand it up and set it down a few times.

Then we had to figure out how to hold it in place for the next month or two until the walls are filled in around it. I was going to use long pieces of wood nailed to the frame and braced against the ground, but Chuck had the clever idea to use a tripod of wires and stakes. In the photo up top he's wrapping the remains of an orange t-shirt around a wire so people don't run into it. And the bottoms of the frame are held in place with cob...


Cobbing Begins -- 18 August 2010 -- Here you see the beginnings of a cordwood cob wall, a.k.a. cobwood. Chuck and I are beginners, and we probably did this in about five hours over two days. We're digging pre-mixed sand and clay out of the pit, and some of it is half dried and needs to be mixed with wetter stuff, so we're doing that while we also mix in the straw, using the popular method of stomping on a tarp and then lifting the edge of the tarp to fold the cob over on itself. Then it's just a matter of picking out the right pieces of wood and packing the cob around them. The door frame is wired to pieces of wood on both sides. Those little holes everywhere on top of the cob are so the next layer fits more securely.

When we imagine new "technology", we're usually thinking about space robots and happy pills, not dirt houses. But Becky Bee invented the tarp mixing method in the 1990's, and Ianto Evans made important improvements to ancient cob technology only a few years earlier. I like to think we're at the beginning of a renaissance, a conjunction between modern consciousness and ecological values. More now than at any time in human history, the people not mired in tradition, and the people trying to live in balance with other life, are the same.


Cost-Benefit Analysis of Cobwood -- 25 August 2010 -- I worked all day Saturday and Sunday raising this wall. On Sunday I had to quit around 5pm, not because I was out of energy or materials, but because I knew that if I did any more, I would have nightmares about it. Monday I couldn't bear to work on the wall so I did a bunch of chainsawing and drawknifing.

Natural building is not fun. It has many advantages over unnatural building: it's cheaper, the structures are more beautiful, and it is more meaningful to shape something out of materials you have cut and dug with your own hands, than out of industrial products from Home Depot. This makes it much easier to feel motivated for natural building. But the actual work, just like unnatural building, is a tedious chore.

Ianto Evans has written that he loves cobbing so much that he feels sad to finish a house. It's because freaks like him write books that the rest of us get discouraged. Someone who loves doing something -- building, writing, whatever -- will not hesitate to do twice as much work to get a ten percent better product, while gushing about how much fun it is. Then we ordinary people get bogged down in the work and think there's something wrong with us. It should be the other way around: if people who hated building wrote books about building, they would not even do eleven percent more work for a ten percent better product. They would find all the shortcuts and good-enoughs, and then, if you loved building, you could go far beyond that. Joel comments:

I think the ideal how-to book might be written in collaboration, with someone who loves the field and has explored it thoroughly supplying options that others might not see, and someone who hates the experience providing the constraints you describe.

Anyway, the walls in the photo represent about 25 human-hours of work -- but that was starting with a stack of split wood and a pit of pre-mixed sand and clay. By the way, pre-mixing sand and clay more than a week in advance is a mistake. The water tends to rise to the top and evaporate, and the sand tends to sink to the bottom, and then it all needs to be reprocessed, which takes just as much work as mixing the sand and clay in the first place. I should have spent that time cutting wood.

So far I have used about as much sand and clay as I expected, less straw, and much more wood. I think I figured this out last year by doing math on the volumes of the two fallen hemlock trees, and then I forgot it because it was too unpleasant. Yes, the wood in these trees is not enough for this little structure. And I can't kill more trees because the wood needs to spend two summers drying. I'll be able to find enough undecayed old fallen wood to finish the wall, but now I'm thinking...

Cobwood has an advantage over cob if you already have a big pile of cordwood. You just stick the wood in the wall and you only have to make half as much cob. But if you have to pick out trees, cut them down, take off the limbs and bark, saw them into rounds, and split them, that's actually more work per volume of wall than digging up and mixing sand and clay. Also, integrating wood and cob takes more work than just piling up cob. Also, it's easy to taper a cob wall, so it gets thinner near the top, but logistically difficult to do this with wood. Also, cordwood doesn't like tight curves, because the ends are spaced too closely on the inside and too far apart on the outside. Also, although everyone says that cobwood can hold up a roof, in practice everyone uses it to fill in between posts and beams. This little structure will be the first example I've seen of a roof-bearing cobwood wall.

My conclusion is that cobwood is only worth doing in a special case, where you already have the wood, and you're filling in straight or slightly curved walls. Otherwise, go with all cob.


Moving Heavy Stuff -- 10 September 2010 -- I am now overloaded with stuff that needs to be hauled to the land, and I almost wish I had bought an F350 instead of a Ranger. On Craigslist I found a neighbor, Brian, who lives only eight houses away and has about five tons of broken concrete (a.k.a. urbanite) from a patio. For me that's about fifteen loads. So last Sunday I drove a load up, watered plants, came back, and drove another load up on Monday. Also on Monday I met with a family friend who has a roofing business, and he followed me up to the land with 38 sheets of metal roofing (26 gauge loc-rib, 16 inches by 13.5 feet) and three rolls of #30 felt. He gave me a good deal. We tied the roofing to a tree to get it off his trailer. Then I moved the roofing sheet by sheet to where I'll be storing it, which gave me a sore lower back, and then I unloaded 800 pounds of concrete, made a fifteen gallon batch of cob, and built up the wall a bit.

The next day it was raining, I strained my lower back worse moving rocks at the spring, and I was almost ready to cover the walls with a tarp and call it a year. Instead I persisted. And I discovered that it's much easier to make one fifty gallon batch of cob than three fifteen gallon batches -- even if that fifty gallons is made in a pit from which it has to be lifted. Fifty gallons is exactly enough to go once around the wall, plastering on cob, fitting on wood, and filling in the cracks. The whole process takes about four hours.

On Wednesday the weather was nearly perfect, and for some reason I still had good energy, so I added another layer to the wall. This got me close to the bottom of my steel barrel of clay paste, and I needed more water to make a third batch. Because I anticipated this last month, I already had a plastic barrel of water, filled from the second spring before it went dry. Water barrels are so heavy that tipping them and pouring the water is not an option, so I siphoned it with a hose. Then I returned to Spokane.

On Thursday, I found someone selling 55 gallon steel drums with lids and rings, and drove across the city to buy three dented, non-food-grade drums for $80. That's not a good deal, but steel drums are something you have to buy locally, and nobody else in Spokane is even selling them. The dents may need to be hammered out if I want to make a rocket mass heater, but they'll be fine for non-food storage. They held calcium carbide, which is used to make acetylene and is not terribly toxic. Then I went over to Brian's place four more times to haul concrete, and stored three loads here for later.


Windows 7 -- 3 October 2010 -- From September 15-20 I was in Seattle at the Permaculture convergence, and then from the 21st to the 28th I had a visitor, Alexa. We stayed on the land for five days, but there was some rain and both of us got sick, so we only managed to get three more courses of wood on the wall. Also we did some splitting. I highly recommend splitting a more difficult wood first, and then switching to cedar. It's like you just wave your axe and the cedar splits itself. Anyway, this is what the wall looked like after Alexa helped, and after I put a little more on myself. At this stage, the best thing about having a helper is that one of us can stand on each side of the wall to make sure the wood fits right, and pack the cob around it. Alone I have to keep running in and out to look at both sides. Notice the piece of wood in the gap at the front. That represents the width of something in the next stage, and six empty propane canisters mark the locations of something else.

These are bottle windows, a common feature in cob buildings. There are different methods for making them. I noticed that 32 ounce glass juice bottles fit perfectly inside 40 ounce Dinty Moore beef stew cans, which I got for $4 each from Grocery Outlet. Also included was the stew, which was nourishing even though it smells like dog food. The photo shows all necessary materials, except one thing: to keep the whole thing under 13 inches, at least one of the bottles needs to have the top cut off. I did this with a strange bottle cutting kit that I picked up a few years ago. Bottle cutters generally score the glass and then you have to heat and cool it to break it at the score. Some of them cracked, which I patched with duct tape. It was also tricky to keep the foil smooth inside the tube, instead of bunching up and blocking the light.

And here's the wall with everything installed and a bit more cob and wood added. Thanks Bob for donating the big window. It has double-paned glass, a screen, and it opens and closes. You can't really see it here, but I've put a stainless steel wire across the front, wrapped around logs on either side, to keep it from falling out. It can't fall in because the angle of the wall stops it. You can't see all the bottle windows, but there are three on each side, lower toward the front and higher toward the door. They say to put them at eye level, so this covers eyes of different heights of people. The pieces of wood sticking out have a purpose, which will eventually be revealed.

Also on the latest trip, I finished mixing the fourth and final barrel of clay-water mix. I do this by first filling a 55 gallon steel drum half full of water, and then tamping or hand-crumbling many buckets of clay and stirring them in. And I did a bunch more chainsawing. The hemlock that was supposed to supply the whole project only went half way, so I've had to use every scrap of cedar that I was saving for a future project, plus start scavenging the old slash piles for more cedar.


Visitors and Mushrooms -- 10 October 2010 -- These are Ethan and Ian, who hitchhiked across the state to help out. Because they're similar in many ways, at first I got them confused, and I kept thinking of the film Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Anyway, I drove them up last Monday, and by the end of the day on Tuesday they were mixing cob and building wall, giving me time to chainsaw enough old cedar for the rest of the structure. The slow drying of the wall limited the speed we could put cob on, so they ended up doing a lot of splitting, and then some unexpected rain on Thursday stalled the project and left about 60 gallons of unapplied cob.

The wet spring, summer, and fall have made this the best year yet for fungi. We went on a mushroom walk and found lots of boletes, but none of the tasty ones, lots of purple-capped Russulas, and some Lactarius rubrilacteus. This photo shows a large fruiting of Armillaria mellea, or honey mushrooms. It took me a while to be sure of the identification because many of the stems had no rings. Then I cooked up a big panful in bacon grease and ate them, while the other guys prudently just took little nibbles. That wood they're growing on is a western redcedar that just recently died. So it appears that honey fungus could be causing the cedar dieoff in the area, although I still think the deeper cause is climate change, which has either weakened the cedars or made an environment more friendly to the fungus.

On Friday, I drove the guys back to Spokane and dropped them at the Maple street on-ramp. I went into McDonalds to use the bathroom and when I came out they were already getting a ride! At this point, while I'm still open to visitors, the weather will determine whether I finish the structure before winter.


Lintel -- 16 October 2010 -- On this trip, using week-old cob that only needed some wetting and re-stomping, I built the walls around the door frame high enough to begin placing the roof beams. This photo shows something I've been thinking about, and when I got to this point, it became obvious. Mainly the lintel makes it much easier to place one of the beams. That piece of wood on top of the level is cut to the width of the window, which fits between the two center beams on the other side. So on this side, it marks the space between the beams, with one of them going to the right of the door frame, and the other going above the low side of the frame. Originally I was going to rest it on top of the sloping frame, which would raise two problems: how to hold it there, and how to get all the beams parallel and level, if one of them can't be moved side to side without also moving it up and down. The lintel solves both problems. Also it makes a platform to fill in the walls above the door.

Here you see some beams parallel and level. I love this kind of work! These pipes mark the locations of the beams, and I spent more than an hour fiddling with them, measuring the distance between them and lining them all up with my eye, until I could see all four positions and know how high to build the cob and wood under them. Also notice the wires, which are wrapped around wood buried in cob and will be wrapped around the beams.


The Roof Part One -- 24 October 2010 -- When people talk about natural or low-budget building, they talk almost exclusively about the walls. This is because the roof is more complex than the walls, there are more ways to mess it up, the consequences of messing it up are worse, and it's damn hard to make a roof that's natural and low-budget. It's like, "oooo, you can build this wonderful hand-made house and oh yeah you'll have to shell out thousands of dollars for industrial materials to keep it from getting ruined in the first rainstorm."

In the photo above you can see $100 in industrial materials that I bought at Home Depot and hauled up a couple weeks ago. It was not as hard as I expected to put fourteen foot boards in a six foot truck bed. To keep them from tipping or sliding out, they're bundled with twelve and ten foot boards, and then the whole thing is weighted down with five sheets of plywood, and just to be safe, on top of that I put a 50 pound bag of clay.

Before I knew what stuff to buy, I spent many hours doing sketches, and it's taken me years just to wrap my mind around roofing in general. But having done the mental work, the physical work is going faster than I expected. Here's the first layer, which I'm calling the beams. Since they slant downward, you could also call them "rafters". It was an ongoing project this summer to find four trees, living or dead, that were the right size and straight enough. The two center ones are fresh douglas-fir, I think the one on the right was standing dead on the north hill, and the one on the left was in a slash pile. I had the two center beams cobbed in and wired down on the previous Friday. On Monday I got the two edge beams placed and loosely cobbed in. Then came one of the tricky parts.

If you're building with all rustic materials, you can just slap them on top of each other and not worry about how they line up. But if any of your materials are manufactured with flat surfaces and 90 degree angles, then you have to build a bridge between the roiling chaos of Earth and the mechanical perfection of Heaven. On top of the curves, you have to make a square. I decided to transition to square between the center beams and the edge beams. The center beams had to fit around the positions of the window and door, so they are a bit skewed, kind of like this   //   and I had to place the two edge beams so that the four beams together would look like this   |//|

I did this by cutting the edge beams precisely to 132 inches, and placing boards across the ends, cut to 104 inches, making a rectangle. Then I pounded tiny nails into the top two corners, to hold the ends of two measuring tapes, and brought the tapes down in a big X to read them at the bottom corners. Then I kept sliding everything up and down and back and forth until the two cross-corner measurements were equal. Then I drilled holes and screwed the boards down, one corner at a time, continuing to measure and tap with a mallet. In this photo the screws have been placed, and you can see that the numbers are still a little off: one is 4272mm, and the other is nearly 4273mm. Seriously, that level of precision for this structure is ridiculous, but I was having fun!

And here you see the second layer of the roof, done on Wednesday and photographed (as always) on the following morning when the light is good. The cans of Amy's Curried Lentil soup mark the corners of the square. (It was easier than photoshopping in four arrows.) So all the other boards could be placed by measuring up or down the slope from those two boards. You might also notice that the edge beam on the right is propped up. That's one of the little imperfections that crept in: that beam was a bit low so I was trying to raise it and pack more cob under it, but I never was able to raise it enough, so the boards had to be bent down to screw into it. These boards are 2x4's, which are actually 1½ by 3½ inches. Originally I was going to put them up on edge, at 24 inch intervals, but Charlie convinced me that it would be much easier, and almost as strong, to lay them flat at 16 inch intervals. Then I made a few final tweaks, moving one board up a bit to fit around the window, and most of the rest one inch toward the top when I decided that was a better fit for the roof.

And here's the plywood over the boards, done on Thursday. At this stage the panels have been screwed down just enough to hold them in place. I decided to go with all screws, no nails, and I'm sure I didn't pick exactly the right kind of screws, but square drive screws are definitely better than phillips head screws, which were designed for machines, not humans. Also, I decided to go with plywood, not OSB. The cheapest plywood was almost double the price of the cheapest OSB, but it smelled like wood, where the OSB smelled like industrial chemicals.

If you look closely, you can see how I arranged the plywood. They say you should avoid having four corners meet at the same spot. So at top center, lower right, and lower left, are three full sheets. The bottom center sheet is a bit darker, and I cut two pieces off it with a Japanese hand saw. One of them is leaning against the side, and the other is placed at center right, which takes up enough room for the top left and top right panels to be cut from the same sheet, with one of them rotated making it look brighter.

On Friday I put a bunch more screws in the plywood, took a rest, and then did the most exciting part of the whole project. To round off the corners, I walked around the perimeter of the whole building, widdershins, holding up the chainsaw, while the falling pieces bounced off my helmet. Using the corners from the two bottom pieces, and the small rectangular piece, I believe I will be able to cover the long boards sticking out on the two sides.

Also on Thursday, the end of the last long dry spell of the year, I took down the wall tent and stuffed it in a steel drum. Then I slept in the structure. The inside area is roughly 50 square feet, enough for my old car seat mattress, a camp stove, and a few bags. I was going to call it a shed but now I feel like calling it a hut. There is more work to do, which again depends on the weather. The whole thing is now covered with a brand new 15x20 foot tarp, carefully attached so the rainwater doesn't run off onto the walls. And everything I need for the next few stages is already up there, in case we don't get another clear week until the roads are covered with snow and I have to walk in.


Building is Complicated -- 29 October 2010 -- This week it stopped raining for a day and I dashed up to finish putting plywood on the roof and rounding it off. Also I made this. I'm not sure what it's called, but the idea is that water hitting the edge of the roof structure on the high side will drizzle down into the building, so you have to make something like this to catch the water and drip it onto the ground.

Originally I was going to use a five foot piece of 2x8, and I bought the board and cut it, but before I attached it, I grabbed a piece of roofing and slid it on top to see how it would fit. I planned the metal to overhang the wood by an inch on the bottom of the roof and a half inch on the top, but at some point I made an error, and the span of wood was an inch too long. So I sawed an inch off the top edge and instead of the board, used scraps of plywood, which will probably work better anyway. I wanted the left side to match the right side, because it would look like the batman logo, but it didn't work out that way. This is made from four pieces, and the two in the middle are darker because they're left over from the outhouse job in 2007. They had been coated with linseed oil, and I gave the whole thing another coat. "Boiled" linseed oil, by the way, is not boiled, but mixed with toxic solvents. Linseed oil is flax seed oil, and now I use food grade flax oil that's past the expiration date, which can be bought at Grocery Outlet for roughly the same price as non-food grade raw linseed oil, if you can even find it.

The picture above has lots of information. You can see the walls, both parts of the door frame, the lintel, the center beams, and several of the wires holding stuff together. The beams are held to the lintel by nothing but gravity and wires, and the boards are held to the beams by screws, and also by wires all around the outside of the hut. I wanted to build a roof that would last 50 years, and there will be some very strong winds in the next 50 years. So every level of the roof has to be built to not be pulled up by air pressure. Of course, the whole thing might be ruined by frost heave because I didn't build the foundation deep enough. But one function of this structure is to find out what I can get away with.


The Roof Part Two -- 7 November 2010 -- I've been grabbing every bit of dry weather to get this job done before winter. This photo is a detail of something I did on my previous quick trip, putting scrap plywood on the ends of the long boards that stick out on the sides of the structure. That white thing is one of my ghetto dehumidifiers: a sock filled with crystal cat litter. The pearls are better than the sharp-edged crystals, because they have less dust. The material is silica sand, the same thing they use for the tiny dehumidifiers in pill bottles. It sucks up moisture, and you can recharge it by sticking it in the oven at 240 degrees. Anyway, when I put the tarp on, I filled five socks and stapled them to the roof, to reduce condensation under the tarp. And on the latest trip, I took them off to put on the tar paper.

Roofing "felt" is actually thick paper saturated with asphalt. I'm using #30, also called 30-pound, which is the thicker kind. It comes in three foot wide rolls, so to cover 13½ feet from top to bottom, I used five courses, going side to side across the roof, with 3½ inch overlaps calculated to leave a few inches on the top and bottom. Here is a closer photo of the felt with lines that I drew to mark the locations of the boards under the plywood (in pale green) and the edges of the plywood (in orange, or if you're colorblind, they're the dim perpendicular lines). The white lines came already on the paper, to help lay it parallel. I was marking the boards so that when I put the roofing on, I would know where to put the screws to get them anchored in the boards for extra strength; and I was marking the edges of the plywood to help put the metal on straight, and also to avoid driving the roofing screws into the deeper screws holding the plywood to the boards. For the lines I used crayons, which are much cheaper than grease pencils and have the advantage of coming in many colors. To attach the tar paper, I used a staple hammer and 3/8 inch staples.

The tar paper went on without a hitch. I got up there early Tuesday afternoon and had it all done, except some trimming, before bedtime. This time of year the days are very short. I get up at sunrise, see what work I can do before the frost thaws, then work all through the sunny part of the day. When the sun goes behind the trees, I start putting on layers of clothing and keep working until it's too dark to see what I'm doing. Overall, I still like it better than working in the summer, when midday is too hot to do anything and then the mosquitoes come.

On Wednesday, after the sun steamed the dew off the tar paper, I started putting on the roofing, and here you can see where it stood on Thursday morning. This is a locally-made roofing product called Loc-Rib. It's a brilliant idea: the screws go on one edge of the panel, and then the rib of the next panel snaps down and covers them from the weather. I started on the left side of the roof, with the short panel, which I made by cutting one of the long panels in half. Then I worked my way across. At first I was using an awl with a mallet to pound holes in the metal, then a hand drill to make pilot holes for the screws, then a battery-powered drill to drive the screws. Later I figured out that I could have just made a tiny hole with the awl and driven the screws straight in, but then, that might have drained the batteries faster and forced me to finish by hand.

On Thursday, ahead of schedule, I did another project, and then finished putting on the panels. The main thing left to do on Friday was trim the edges. This was harder than I thought! I was using good tinsnips, but the problem with using scissors to cut metal, is that it's damn hard to get the metal out of the way so you can get the tool in there to keep cutting. You have to do a lot of bending, and I eventually learned to think of it as tearing the metal, with the snips just helping it tear. Also, cutting the locked ribs was impossible. My family was coming up for a visit, so I asked them to bring hacksaw blades, and here you can see what it looked like half-done, with the flat parts cut away and the ribs waiting for the saw.

And here it is all attached and trimmed. Thanks Sean for helping with sawing and drilling. Even Loc-Rib needs some exposed screws, and you can see them around the edges. The hidden screws are pancake head, and the exposed ones are painted to match the roof, and have rubber washers to keep the water out.

So the hut is now adequate to survive the winter, but there are still a few things I'd like to get done on the next trip...


Nest -- 16 November 2010 -- Here's a photo I took back on November 3rd, while the sun was steaming the dew off the tar paper. You can also see the tarp I've been using for a door, and my setup inside, with car seat mattress and propane camp stove. The inside is an ellipse, about seven feet by eight feet, or 44 square feet, which is what they would call a "three person" tent. For one person, it's like a castle tent. The plan is to use it for three season camping and winter storage. But with a bunch of improvements, it would even be good for winter living. On the last three trips I made a few of those improvements.

First, you can see that there's still a gap between the walls and the roof. The following day I filled it in. I forget which cob book I got this from, but you mix straw with a smooth clay-water mix about as thick as cream, like mixing a salad, so the clay coats every piece of straw but doesn't soak it. I diluted the clay left over from cobbing, and poured it on ten or twelve wheelbarrows full of straw -- almost as much as I used for the whole rest of the walls. It occurred to me that this is what birds make their nests out of. The clay serves to stick the straw together, keep bugs out, and make it resistant to fire. I packed it in pretty tightly, and it's still going to insulate much better than cob. Of course, you can only use something this light at the top of the wall where it doesn't have to bear any weight.

The next project was to hang the door. I already had a solid-core door that I got free off Craigslist in the spring. The trick was to fit it in my curvy doorway. Obviously, the hinges would have to go on the straight side, and I planned for this back in August when I decided how to stand the frame: so that the door would swing away from the path, and create an opening toward it. I used the long level to draw a line, and then used a big chisel, a mallet, and a mini hatchet to carve this notch in the wood for the door to fit. Notice that I had to carve away a bit of the door to fit around the wires that hold the frame to the wall. You can also see the marks I made in August to show where the hinges were going to be, so I didn't put the wires there. I bought hinges at Home Depot, screwed them first to the door, and then it took almost an hour to get the door exactly positioned to screw the hinges to the frame.

My original plan was to extend the notch all around the edge of the frame, and then cut the door to fit it, with a curved profile but square edges. Then I figured out that it would be much easier to leave the frame alone and just carve the door with angled edges. I expected the door to have wood veneer on the outside and dense particle board on the inside, but it turned out to have dense particle board on the outside, and the inside was something like sawdust and glue. So it was easy to shape. First I used a file-like rasp, and then I discovered that a sideways raking motion with the japanese saw worked better. Still, shaping the door took hours! I repeatedly closed it as far as it would go, while standing inside so I could look through the crack and see where the wood was sticking. Then I would shave that bit down and go again. Finally, because of the curving frame, the door fit at the top but stuck out too far at the bottom. I fixed this on my last stay by simply bending the door: near the bottom, on the inside, I screwed in a plant hanging hook, screwed another to the inside wall, and stretched a rubber tie-down strap tightly between them while I slept. The hooks will stay in place and serve to hold the door shut from the inside. And in the photo you can see the "latch" on the outside: two eye screws and a stick!

This completes work on the hut for 2010. The snows have started, and it will probably be five months before I can drive all the way in again. But in the spring I anticipate more work on this project, and the beginnings of others.