We worked this weekend, on Saturday and Monday; the roof is coming together, and all the rafters are up! Here's the view from Saturday:
We were grateful for some clouds that covered us for a while in the afternoon--they were stunning through the rafters. And we loved them up 'til they brough the lightning around. Then it didn't seem like a very good time to be on the roof, holding hammers...
Emily trimmed boards for between the rafters. We gave them all names, so we could match them up with the spots they fit into later. Others mocked our names. We thought they were fun--much more fun to say: "Did you get Marilyn to fit?" than to say: "Is #12 in?". Fun wins, I say. (Besides, I'm writing the blog, so my version will become standard...)
Here's evidence that I actually, at least for a moment, did some work, and didn't just take pictures. Aren't those rafters lovely?!?
Here's the view from below the garage, as the last rafters were going in.
On Monday, we started putting the plywood sheathing on top of the rafters. It took us a few tries, but we got better and getting the plywood to the rooftop safely...
We sang "Happy Birthday" to Matt at lunchtime, but the party wasn't, well, too outrageous. I just thought it was pretty swell that he was here with us this year!
Though none of us claims roof-climbing as our vocation, Shannon got pretty good at climbing.
The first layer of plywood goes on...
As our workday drew to a close, Emily and I took a moment to wave down to those on land, enjoying our new, more-solid perch on the rooftop.
With the plywood almost done, and the front-side ladder in place, we put up the first of the fascia boards. Stunning, eh?