That all started changing last night. I took my trusty railroad jack, the big red guy that can easily lift 15 ton, and set it between the bank and the side of the hull. Lots of cranking and positioning of blocks and reminding myself to stay safe (slipping down the bank between the boat hull and the bank could have been disastrous had the boat chose that moment to tip back off the jack) and I got it up. Couldn't quite get it to fall over all the way back to good, though.
That had to wait for this morning and my friend, Hugh. Everybody should have a friend that will, on a work day, come over first thing in the morning to help you do something that's just for you--they don't get anything out of it. They just do it for you--because you asked. Everybody should be so blessed.
We met down there at 7:15. We hooked his pickup truck to the side of the boat and he began pulling it the last little bit over. To keep it from going to far and rocking all the way over, I had a chain hoist attached to the hull and a stout ponderosa pine. That way, after it came over the top of the fall, I could lower it down to the flat bottom of the hull.
Then we hooked the Mack up with a very stout chain, 1 1/2" dia. links. Hugh got in the truck to drive, and I got behind the little parade to keep track of what was going to transpire. I was worried that the hull would fall over to one side or the other, so I lashed a 12' 6 x 8 timber to the bottom of the hull to act like an outrigger to keep things from tipping over. I hoped. If it did go over, we'd never get it back upright again with out the crane and there would not be the room in the road to get the crane up there. Well, as some one once told me "The brave don't live forever; the cautious don't live at all...."
Well, the brave thing was working. I was glad to see that Dr. Brown could pull that 20,000 lb steel box on down the road. And no tipping problems, either. Here's some video of it:
We ran into problems at the bottom. The Mack couldn't pull it. A big ol Mack dump truck with a 20 speed tranny and it couldn't do it! To be fair to the old doctor, it really wasn't his fault...there wasn't enough traction: his wheel started just tearing up the gravel road.
We backed him up and took as much running start as we dared. Nope. We backed him up and shortened the chain as much as we could, thinking that that would put more weight on the back wheels. Nope.
And there the boat sat in the middle of the road. Blocking the road.
Nothing left to do but go on up and wake up Alice, my 1965 M100b Allis Chalmers road grader. At this point, I'm feeling bad because I had told Hugh it would be a piece of cake and he'd be able to get off to his work at a reasonable morning hour. And here we were getting the grader warmed up and ready.
Eventually, we got the grader on down the road and positioned in front of the boat hull in Dr. Brown's place. I wasn't sure how the grader would pull in comparison to the Mack. Wow, incredible difference. Barely even had to work at it. Alice pulled that boat hull on down the rest of the road and I was able to swing it over and park the hull section right about exactly where it had been last fall on the fateful day when we had lifted it up and into the bed of the Mack and tried to carry it up the mountain. Here's Alice in action:
A year later and a bit smarter, I called it a morning. Off to go help Hugh and that turned out to be the best part of the whole day.
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