Today, we started construction on the steps leading down the bank to the shore of the creek for our tenants. Jim asked for it, but the woman who lives in the other half of the house is beside herself with excitement.
We worked and laughed together under the cloudy skies. It looked like rain...but as usual, nothing happened. Still, the clouds gave us a nice break from the heat, so there's that.
Anyways, there were the obligatory trips to Lowes. (Tim needed a new circular saw.) We needed to pick up 2 boards, 2 x 10 x 12. $100. I gulped a little. Luckily we have everything we need for the railings and the tread.
A bald eagle sat in the tree supervising our work.
We finished up the work we meant to do today, and I got a bright idea to have an adventure. Yesterday, Tim had noticed a brand new mountain bike thrown off the 5th Street bridge. It had landed on a graveled 'island' of sorts, exposed because we've had so little rain.
I decided to wade down river to that little place and retrieve the bike. My thinking was that if we. by some miracle, got rain, the bike would be washed away. So, I climbed down the bank and made my way down river, sticking to the shallows. When I got to the bike, I had a bit of a dilemma because the back wheel was damaged and bent and would not turn, but there came a shout from over head. Tim had dropped some cord and I tied the bike handle bars securely. Hand over hand, he pulled it up. He had the hard part of the job, to be sure.
By the time that I'd waded back up river and gotten out and walked home, Tim had the back wheel unbent enough that the wheel would turn, He reattached the chain and fixed the kick stand. I've placed advertisement on line.
For a quiet town, we've had a group of kids who seem to think they are a gang prowling around and night, leaving graffiti and just being ignorant. I am curious to see where this bike came from.
Tomorrow, we'll go back and finish the steps.