Round Pond Chimney to the Sky

  Definitely the tallest single structure of stone we have ever built, the mammoth fieldstone chimney we are currently ascending in Round Pond is a seriously impressive construct. Inside and out, the sheer size and number of stones give the smokestack a tangible gravity and presence that is only matched by the natural beauty of the rugged Maine coastline that sits in its shadow.

  Stonemasonry is never easy on the body, but this job is particularly physically demanding and I feel it in my arms and legs every morning when I drag myself from sleep. Between the forty foot tall scaffolding that we run up and down all day, to the seemingly endless chiseling, we have definitely washed those stones in a river of blood, sweat, and tears. I am not complaining. It just adds to the deep sense of pride we feel at the end of every day, when we stand back and look up at the freshly laid work and say, "Man, what an awesome pile of rocks." Hopefully, everyone else likes it as much as we like building it.

  I believe my last post showcased images of the interior stonework and I am now adding some pics from the outside. Of course, there is this metal tower of staging in the way, which is impressive in its own right, and I was forced to take shots where I could. I also threw ink some photos of pillars we have done, many of which still have to be capped, and at least one shot of the rear entry steps. There are a few pics of the incredible view of Round Pond from the rooftop, too, and some of Damon working, Richard mixing mud, a "selfie" (hahaha), some of the house, etc...

  Oh, and my favorite picture of all is the one that looks like a pile of little pebbles, which is actually our pile of stones, as seen from atop the forty foot tall scaffold, with someone walking along the lower edge for scale.

What Weighs More, A Pound Of Stone Or A Pound Of Junk

  Swung by Irik's and got a few shots of the "Patio That Wouldn't Die". It's a hard one to shoot, as the bullets just seem to bounce off.

  But then we did this...

  I swear, I never tire of Jackson's Salvage Yard...

Trouble Melts Like Lemon Drops

  High above the Falmouth chimney top, which we finished the other day and topped with the original bluestone from the one we ruinationed.

Are You Going To Scarborough Job?

  So, we finally started the big Scarborough job.  We didn't waste any time getting our tent-shanties set up and heated.  I overheard one of the carpenters saying, "Man, they've got a whole little city set up in there."

  And indeed, we do. Complete with chiseling tables, rock shelves, microwaves, grinding boxes with exhaust fans, propane heaters, and kegs of beer.  Well, no beer, but everything else.  Here Richard Ware(wolf) is hammering away at one the tables I built.  I made his a bit taller than the rest, as he is like eight feet tall.

  And of course, there is Danny Harrington:

  And Damon:

  As you can see, we are doing a stone veneer on the foundation, so everyone is working on their knees for awhile.  I have been out back putting together a mock-up for the chimney, so the owners can check it out when they come in next week.

  The edges will have to be softened and "tweaked" before the stones are mortared in, but that is the basic idea.

Picking Rocks Again

  I love it, but every time I do it I am reminded of how exhausting it is.  We have been picking off the remnants of an old and toppled wall on a mountaintop in Hope for the last few days.  This one is long as hell and, incredibly, almost ten feet wide in spots.  Most of it is at or near ground level and much of it has long sunk into the earth, so that we find ourselves pawing downward into these little foxholes.  The stones are gorgeous, however, and worth every bit of effort; moss covered and lichen strewn with a wonderful variety of shapes and sizes.  The whole fifteen-yard load will be fully picked and ready for transport to Scarborough by the end of today.

  Then the ubiquitous amazing view that comes with working outdoors in Maine...

  Then this happened on the way home... in the valley... in the fog... and snow... as the sun went down...
it was terrible...

The Beast of Bremen

  Well, we decided to take on a stone walkway down in Bremen before the ground freezes up for good. It was wet and cold this morning and cars were sliding off the roads (as we nearly did on more than one occasion), but it is supposed to be above freezing for the next few days and we are going to jump through the window while it's open. 
  We started off the day in the rain, shoveling the crushed stone out of the existing path.

  Our stone dust showed up in massive frozen hunks, as if it was reforming itself back into actual stones, and so we were forced to blast it with the propane fueled weed-burner and bury a heater cord inside.  We covered it with a tarp and are hoping that our efforts, combined with the prognosticated temperature rise, will enable us to spread the stuff tomorrow.

  The home looks like an early 19th century brick farmhouse, which the owners (who seem great, by the way) have done a wonderful job restoring, and the property is lined with fantastic old stone walls.

  And a great old chimney still standing, obviously where the original homestead was.

  And if you meet this guy on your way down to Bremen...

  DO NOT stop to ask for directions!

The Heat Is On

   The new thimble in place and the new cleanout-door, before it was washed...

  Here is a shot of the chimney as it reached the attic floor, at which point the floor had to be opened up to allow for straightening of the structure.

  Here Mike Fitzgerald and Damon are bringing the chimney through the floor.  Much gratitude and appreciation are owed to Mike on this project.  His knowledge of code and chimney-building expertise helped this job to proceed quickly and efficiently.  His brother, Mark, was a huge help also, particularly in the demolition.

  And the chimney was topped-out just in time for the storm.

  Esther the Cat says, "Does this mean you can turn the heat back on?"

  Yes, it does, Esther. The heat is on.