French Door
The day that we installed the french door in the west side of the living quarters made me scroll back up to the top of the page to try and remember what it was like the day that we rented the backhoe and the skid steer and started earthmoving. After about an hour of being out in the dust with no shade it felt like we were in the middle of a desert (which is technically what the Laramie valley is, alpine desert). Today, not so much. Thirty-five Fahrenheit, strong winds out of the west, an inch of crusty ice/snow on the ground and intermittent rain/sleet. Up in the mountains it is dumping snow but down here in the valley it just sucks. A very bad day for hanging sheets of metal but a copacetic day for hanging a door.

Chris measured the space and created a plan. Jerron cut pieces to fit. I too pictures with gloves on and then dropped my camera into a puddle on a concrete floor.



Bob showed up and helped us stand the frame in place. This picture does not really do the weather justice; if you want the full effect, put on some wet boots and stand outside in December at 7200'.



The door fit in there pretty well, although we had to brace it shut against the wind. Eventually there will be a sunroom outside of this door so we won't have to worry much about the door being energy-efficient.



The living room is starting to take shape.



When the weather is decent, we bundle up and continue to put on skin. Here's us racing to complete the west wall before the sun goes down:


Here is Chris and Jerron putting j-channel around the French door:




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