Out of Plumb

I have been picking away at some things but accomplishing nothing overly productive. In the last nice evenings of fall we are trying to get our yard into shape. Years ago I salvaged, ok I stole, an ore cart from an abandoned mine outside of Philipsburg Montana. I know, I know, tread lightly but in my defense they were reclaiming the site and had shoved all of the ‘artifacts’ (read trash) into a pile. The worst I figure I did was stop this particular cart from becoming someone’s Honda. I plan on perching it on a rock pile we have at the corner of our yard on some mine rail I salvaged someplace. Its rustic, which is what we in Montana say anytime our stuff is crap.


The chariots are some I built for the kids at school for the homecoming festivities. Two people pull, one rides and they joust. It’s kind of funny to watch. After four years of hard use and sitting outside they were in need of some repair. After the work (new floors in each) they get a new coat of paint and then it is back to the racing. We figure there is 8 or 9 miles on each.


This is the only interior house related thing I have done. This little trim kicker at the bottom of the stairs. That compound bevel was a pain in the butt.