Ok, Andrew thinks its going to be a deer blind.  But since I’m a vegetarian I’ll just think of it as a place to hang out and have a beer during a midnight hike from the cottage.

Blind Ladder in ProgressJust prior to Christmas at my sister’s I spent a few days at Andrew’s cottage along with another friend Oliver.  Our “work project” this time was to build a beer blind near the South end of the property. 

Blind Ladder V1Andrew had already scoped out a suitable trio of trees in a long forgotten clearing.  In addition he had also flagged a new and meandering trail from the back pond to the clearing.  All that remained was to build the ladder and the platform.

Earlier in the morning Andrew had trimmed two poles and he and Oliver had nailed split cedar rungs to them.  I showed up just in time to help them attach the base of the platform and lean the structure against the North side of a tree.  The picture to the right shows Oliver attaching a support about a third of the way up the ladder.

It looked as if we were close to finished.

Blind Ladder V2Until an assessment of the stability of the tree/ladder combination was tested and left us all wondering who would be the poor victim to venture up it first.

So, with a lot of grunting, swearing and cursing we managed to move the entire, almost 20 foot ladder, 90 degrees into a more stable position.

Blind Ladder V3On the left we see Andrew using his chainsaw to trim off the brace that Oliver had added earlier so that the ladder could be secured to a second tree for more support. 

More support being relative to the previous attempt.  The wind suddenly blew a slight breeze of about 10kmh and the resulting bending and shifting had us instantly discussing the third and hopefully final option. 

By the time we were done we had removed the platform, shifted the ladder 90 degrees, then another 90 degrees but finally had it secured.  It seemed like an awful lot of work to go to just to make a Beer Blind!  Let’s just hope nobody falls off.  With a close to 20 foot drop it would be a long hobble back to the cottage with a broken leg.