and we may have them this afternoon. If that’s the case, we’re going on a bridge-painting-building binge.
We figure that having a no-railing span across the waist of our 20 foot long pond will cramp the eagle’s style—literally, since they strike in a swoop—and having the bridge to hide under will protect the fish.
We have bridge supports! A 12 foot long arch isn’t easy to cut—and we have it!
So now we have “attack of the toolbelt divas?”
You got it: we’re building a bridge. Jane’s gone to bed early, something about stress, a sprained neck, and possible hypertension. I can’t imagine why. Tomorrow we paint, saw, assemble at least the framework. It’s so heavy and so long (12 feet of 2″ thick and 5″ broad fir arch) we will likely assemble only the center and work it somehow across the pond—we may have to get it wet, or maybe use a rope and pull it across.
Then we can add the connectors for the two ends, and bolt those, or use one heckuva thick screw. We don’t want those to give.
We’ll firm it all up with a nice 1 inch decking that will drive straight into the fir arches. We’ll have photos. I don’t want Jane to be lifting things tomorrow. She’s got enough problems. I’ll let her have a paintbrush. But when you’re dealing with something one side of which is pretty heavy, the fully assembled bridge is going to be fit to hold ten people without collapsing. We’re going to paint it the traditional red of Oriental bridges, the one splash of bright color in our mostly green garden.
A pity you have nothing to rig a block and tackle to. That, or a crane, would do the trick.