During
training two weeks ago, some of us Conservation Stewards were mystified by the
concept of when to measure precisely to the T and when a cut or measurement was
deemed "close enough." Our boss referred to this phenomenon as Rustic
Carpentry. The "precise" versus "we can live with it"
measurements are a strange line to walk. A wrong measurement during the very
first steps of laying the foundation can offset the entire project, but a half
an inch difference in the diagonals of our timber frame box is ok to move
forward with. This level of discernment ability will hopefully come to us with
time. For now, our crew seems to be making do (ahem we have almost completed
two beautiful camping shelters!) with our combined skills, logic, measuring
tapes, and pencils.
Our crew
of seven split into two different groups for a good part of our hitch because
we had to complete our first shelter left over from training and build a second
shelter entirely from scratch. That split left Max, Chrissie and I to start and
finish the entire foundation of Shelter 2. We were completely on our own, with
only our detailed notes from training and our memories to guide us.
I wish I
had kept track of the amount of times we said “Is it level?” during the laying
of the foundation. My guess is upwards of 200. The foundation leveling process
is the most important time to be precise, at least to my understanding. We used
a transit to find out how to make our foundation perfectly square, and to
measure how high each foundation block had to be to make the entire structure
level. The transit was simultaneously our best friend and worst enemy. If the
transit gets nudged and gets unleveled without anyone noticing it could mean
that we’d have to take all of our measurements all over again, which would be
agonizing because laying our foundation in its entirety took two days. Luckily
we kept each other in check and our transit remained a close friend. It’s been
locked in the trailer for almost a week now and I sort of miss it, come to
think of it. Here is a picture of us hugging the transit. If you look closely,
we are hugging it without touching it at all! We must keep it level!!!
We have a
bunch of fancy exciting tools to use, such as the transit, the chop saw, the
table saw, and the nail gun. We can measure our cuts exactly and make boards
perfectly level, just like in the frontcountry carpentry world. So what makes
this Rustic Carpentry? Is it the way we have to string lengths of extension
cords together to reach the campground bathhouse to get power to our tools? Is
it because we occasionally have to hide our generator in the woods to minimize
its awful noise pollution? Is it the way we stuff all of our supplies in our
small trailer top to bottom at the end of every work day? Maybe, but I think the
main thing that defines this fabled rustic carpentry thing is that we have to
scrap together our combined knowledge and memory recall and general know-how to
make this project a reality. We have to make boards fit by stripping down other
boards in half. We can figure out when something has to be exact and when we
can just “live with it.” We have to sometimes phone a friend or a boss when we
forget how to do a certain task. We have to rely on each others’ moods, energy
levels, and motivation to get through the challenges of a huge time crunch, a
noise polluting job in a populated area, long work days, inclement weather, and
just camping and cooking together in general.
And lo
and behold, we are making it work. I’m writing to you from the end of Day 9,
and this is what our structure looks like.
I’m so proud of this crew for giving
this project our everything. We managed to build an entire beautiful shelter
after getting trained in carpentry two weeks ago. For some of us, it was our
first time using any of these tools. Before this hitch, I wouldn’t have taken a
second glance at the rows of tools at Home Depot. After this intro to carpentry
I wandered the aisles and practically drooled over the miter saw. I’m so
impressed with our lingo and accumulated knowledge at this point of our first
hitch. If this is just Hitch 1, I can’t wait to see how much we all know in the
end (but also I can because it is going to go by SO fast).
