OK, I’ve been spending a lot of time on serious issues lately and I know you. You want the latest inside dope on Township events. You want to know what the weather’s like up here while you’re lollygagging in Florida. You want . . . heavy equipment photos. I know you so well. Here you go, all three items in one package:
What, Dick Saul wanted to know, was going on right down the street from me at the old Hasler estate? I had to admit that I did not know, as I had been walking the dogs in the dark and could not really see. On Tuesday I went right over there in the daytime and talked to Brent, the boss on the site. By then it was all over but the tidying up. Here is the Big Red Dumptruck putting clean fill dirt in the hole where the Hasler cottage once stood.
The Haslers had not been able to visit their cottage for quite some time. Pipes froze, pipes leaked, molds and mildews grew. No one knew. By the time the problems were discovered, they were overwhelming. The insurance company decided that the best course of action was to demolish the house.
I was impressed with a couple of things. First, the skill of the dumptruck driver, who pulled that monster in between the trees and the construction dumpster without so much as scratching the birchbark. Second, the segue to the story of another red truck—the one that’s going to be parked on the property south of Sonny’s every month for the rest of the year. More about that in tomorrow’s Elk Rapids News.
Here is a the Big Blue Dumpster and the Little Green Rake, tidying up at the site in preparation for the dumptruck. The dumpster is full of demolition debris, but not as full as it would have been at one time. Brent was able to recycle some of the materials, including some concrete block.
The Little Green Rake is just in there because I know how you feel about pictures of heavy equipment. It’s a bonus. It’s also a good segue to the notion that “thinking green” has become a central part of planning by local business people. Construction firms actively work at recycling materials. Retail shops work to minimize waste, and to recycle packaging. More and more, people just think it through. What could we do better?
Of course the one thing we can’t do anything about is the weather. You will notice from the photos that the snow was vanishing at a great rate earlier in the week. Just so you know, it snowed again last night. Dale Reedy, chuckling at the thought of raiding my bank account again, was here this afternoon plowing my drive.
Finally, here is the Big Orange Backhoe parked out on the road, ready to be loaded up and carted off to the next job. I didn’t even get to watch this one at work, but I knew you’d love it anyway.
Here we have a double segue. First, this is the precise spot where I ran into a Charter cable inspector a few weeks ago. He spent some time answering questions for me about why, when there is fiber running beneath my very road, and connections running from it to each house where people wish to watch television, I cannot have broadband Internet from that cable. The system, he explained, was put in place on a shoestring. The transmitters can handle only one-way communication, not the two-way communication required for Internet activity. Second, backhoe fade is what happens to your reception when a heavy equipment operator with less skill than the driver in that first photo up there manages to cut a cable. Poof. Your phone line, your television, or your Internet can vanish. When there are multiple avenues to those services, just as when there are multiple routes you can take to get you where you want to go in your truck or your car, you will eventually reach your destination.
Sneaky, aren’t I! But you already knew that. There are no secrets in Torch Lake Township.
Molly
February 10, 2010
I do love heavy equipment sightings. It’s one of the best things about being a mom — you can pretend you’re excited for your kids’ sake. And it’s one of the best things about your blog (amongst many Best Things, of course) — lots of heavy equipment sightings. Thanks.
Gerry
February 10, 2010
See, I’ve always suspected that the moms who read Torch Lake Views have unexpected depths. Heavy equipment! Who knew? Perhaps I’ll go up to the Work ‘n’ Play John Deere dealer and do a complete Photo Tour.
torchlakedays
February 11, 2010
You’re short on snow? I can send you some! 50 inches total since Saturday a.m.
Gerry
February 11, 2010
Good morning, Beth. I’m glad to see that you’re still connected to the world! We, um, have all the snow we require at the moment. Keep warm, keep safe, make snowpeople. Also snow castles for them to live in. If all that fails, call for help. As you see, we have quantities of heavy equipment and could trundle to your assistance.
Cindy Lou
February 11, 2010
I know I’m a girl, but I love big equipment stories…there used to be a day when I didn’t even notice them, but then I met my husband. Tractors, backhoes, skidders, little Bobcats – I even notice them on his behalf when I’m traveling on my own! If you do the John Deere’s – take a few Allis ones, too, for those of us who love the orange… 🙂 Great pictures, great story!
Gerry
February 11, 2010
I am not a partisan one way or the other, but I must tell you that the Work ‘n’ Play is all about green and yellow. They carried some black and white snowmobile helmets for a time, but those didn’t go over.
I’m glad you liked the story. You should take yourself and hubby to the Buckley Old Engine Show sometime. In fact, now that I’ve thought about it, I ought to take myself there, too.
Fee
February 11, 2010
Over here, we don’t call them backhoes – we call them diggers. Or JCBs. They always seem to be yellow, as well.
If you like heavy equipment, search for JCB Dancing Diggers on YouTube. There are lots of videos of backhoes just like the red one (only painted yellow) being flung around in time to music. Much fun!
Gerry
February 11, 2010
This is one of the things I love about blogging. I am learning foreign languages, like English.
I would dearly love to watch dancing diggers on YouTube but my slooow dialup does not accommodate such entertainments. It’s probably just as well. I am sufficiently distractable as it is.
Fee
February 11, 2010
Well not English, really. More, something close, but with a marked east of Scotland accent. Think Sean Connery but obviously, female, and just a wee bitty younger. And without the slurred “s” sound. Basically, all rolled “r”s and glottal stops! A friend of mine, who hails from Poland originally, is now learning the local accent and some good Scots words which have no one-word English translation.
I’m learning here, too. I’ve often come across references to backhoes in books, without ever really knowing what they were. Now I do. So I’m cleverer than I was yesterday.
Lang may yer lum reek (or long may your chimney belch smoke, to translate).
Gerry
February 11, 2010
Oh my! I, too, speak something close, but with a marked south of Canada accent. Not very far south of Canada, and actually north of the bit of Canada that snuggles south of the Detroit River, but still.
So many Scots settled here before we, er, separated from the Crown, that a bit of the language came into our particular stew. Nevertheless, I was stumped by “lum” and glad to know what was reeking around here!
And now you’ve got me thinking of Sean Connery. I am so distractable.
p.j. grath
February 11, 2010
“Lollygagging”? It’s a great word, and I can’t deny the accuracy. Still, with yesterday’s temperature back home in Northport at 25 degrees and Aripeka’s high at 50 degrees, we are not lolling on the beach. Lollygagging, yes; lolling, no.
One of the wonderful things about those big trucks and other pieces of equipment in the winter is their BRIGHT COLORS against the white, white, white (or grey, grey, grey) of the snow.
Gerry
February 11, 2010
I think they look quite fetching in Mud Season, too. Lollygag away – come back refreshed. We’ll be here.