The day this high temp board delivered to the house things started to come together and continued at a steady pace from that point on. I wished I captured those moments with the truck, missing the address in the enormous tracker trailer backwards a half-mile up our hill. I told the driver he was amazing and after commenting on the beautiful view at 1600′ that is our property admitted that was nothing. He’s driven through more complicated passes. Better him than me but I was so gratify to see that delivery arrive.
When I look back at how quickly my little house-on-fire was assembled, as I’m in some testing phases, I’m impressed in touching the outside walls of the kiln there’s not even a hint that a fire is roaring inside save the sound of the burners.
And after last summer lending a hand sheet rocking the guest room, it’s good comparison of what it feels like to cut through that board. Likely anyone that might wish to make this has probably tried their hand at that task.