After a bunch of digging, the site was ready for the house-lifters who arrived with a flatbed truck loaded with 6- by 6-inch and bigger wooden beams.
The men hauled scores of these honkers into the backyard…
…tossing them around with such ease you’d think they (the logs; not the men) were hollow.
Then the house-raising guys started stacking the beams like Lincoln Logs…
…higher…
…and higher…
…until they bumped into the top.
Resting on its new supports, the house was liberated from the bondage of its old ties to the earth.
Out came the jacks and the level.
Dan saw that the cantilevered side needed to come up an inch and a quarter.
Up went the house, gently and with the occasional creak, as the crew wedged more supports into place. Despite the skill and engineering involved, I still find the resulting sight a wee bit unnerving.
As the last of the stilts was cut away, I hoped for seismic calm for the next couple weeks at least.
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