Today, I arrived at the Cross House at 1:30PM, and the Great North Wall looked like this. Note the scaffolding way over to the right. Note the new paint colors upper right.
And a few hours later, Rube Goldberg-esque additional scaffolding appeared on the scene.
Justin and I did all this together, telling jokes the whole time and just having a good time. Then young Brian wandered by…foolishly…for I immediately put him to work, too. It was a fine day and a grand time was had by all. This forest of timbers will allow me to reach all the way to the tippy-top of the highest gable end. For two years I have pondered How The Hell Am I Going To Get Up There, and today I have an answer.
The up-close detail is all just scrumptious! Amazing!
The all-seeing “eye” of the main gable. This scares Justin.
It seems impossible, but the roof of the north porch retains is original cedar shingles! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? It helps that the roof has never seen direct sun, which just bakes wood to death. This is why the main roof was redone in the 1920s, less than forty years after the house was built. I am so amazed that the 1894 roofing remains on the north porch that I am going to try and save it. Wish me luck!