We had fair warning! They were to 'replace the cross bars.' Fair enough. Prevention and maintenance is a good thing.
I woke at 3 a.m. and thought to fill a couple of water containers. Why did I not think of this the night before? Back to sleep. I heard the trucks at 6 a.m. and knew things were on the go.
We had coffee, and breakfast, while the getting was good.
Things began to happen. Or so I assumed, because I could hear them. They had people flagging at either end of the stretch of road. Joe was out walking, I toddled down to the trailcams. We met on the driveway at 6:40. Joe stopped his walk to take photos, as did I. He explained to the site manager that his father and two of his uncles for for Hydro after the war. His father died in a work incident, working quickly on a worksite project, pressed by management. Joe told them to take their time and be careful. The manager explained that there are so many more safety protocols these days, and he had great confidence.
It's damn hard work, and considering they arrived on the worksite for 6 am, then they worked until noon. I heard the water fountain start up, such a relief.
Sitting out back, they were less than 50m from our deck, through the trees. I could hear them talking over the noise of the machines. I only heard the F* Bomb once!
I made some videos for posterity. The work is quite a big deal for us for many reasons. It is hard work, up the poles.
