Even though Scott has come to Torrey twice since the start of spring to work on gearing-up projects, we didn’t really consider the building season started until we were both here together. Hooray! Here we are and we're ready to start.
Friday we unloaded a huge amount of gear, enough, we hope, to get us through August. That gear included three llamas and four cats. The llamas remembered the pasture from last year and were ecstatic to be back. How could we identify ecstasy in a llama? When they dashed to the top of their respective hills and snorted into the wind, we recognized joy.
As for the cats, they were totally unimpressed by the long drive and equally unimpressed with their new digs even though Scott had spent much time and effort building them a summer camp condominium. Perhaps the roaring Torrey wind had something to do with their hasty and wide-eyed retreat into the corner domicile. If cats wore ruby slippers and could click their heels together, they’d all quote from Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz: “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
Friday and Saturday we organized all of the equipment in the garage and yurt. Scott spent last night reviewing our timber frame notes. It seems like we have forgotten everything and will need at least a week to get back in the groove.