Bandmate Steve and his industrious wife, Terry, didn't let the threat of rain stand in the way of a non-stop weekend of work at my not-quite-ready-for-prime-time lake place. In short order, we made quick work of a sand pile I'd been staring at for more than two years (gulp), though Chris has been winnowing it down bucket-by-bucket.
Then the boys took to the task of repairing the dock. We had clumsily pieced one together a few years back using sections still hanging around from when I bought the troubled property in 2010. After a couple of winters in the water, the old dock had taken a beating. Chris and Steve pulled it apart and reassembled it to make it even better than before.
Steve used the morning to ward off a potential hangover after a wine-filled evening at the fire pit the night before. He hauled big rocks down Stairmaster Hill while the rest of us -- Chris, Terry and friends Sharyn and Laryssa -- sipped coffee and Bloody Marys from the upper deck. The result is a masterpiece of a landing to the "new" dock.
Sharyn and Laryssa were troopers who spent a night on the concrete floor, as my camping mattress slowly lost loft due to some unknown leak. The gals had arrived at Loveless ready for adventure and loaded with treats -- freshly made guacamole, cauliflower hummus, ginger brew and more.
They were able to squeeze in a short walk and canoe ride, which made me happy beyond belief. So happy, it seems, I forgot to take photos. Next time, ladies!
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| Twisted and torqued after a few winters in Loveless. |
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| The first step of rebuilding? Disassemble. |
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| As raindrops kept falling on their heads. |
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| As Mick Jagger said: Success, success, success! |
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| A winning team. |
