Most people see an old silo sitting next to the donkey barn. But not Bob. Bob sees a tower. He has ever since he and his Dad first looked at the property back in February of 2010.
But it wasn’t until this past February that he finally got to the top of the silo to check out the view.
He got up there by putting an extension ladder inside of the silo and bravely climbing it to the top. I wanted no part of it. I am terrified of heights and the inside of the silo reminds me of the ship’s smokestack where Roddy McDowall fell to his death in the 70s Disaster Movie, The Poseidon Adventure. (I can still hear the Ernest Borgnine character yelling “Linda. You killed my Linda!” But I digress).
Bob scampered up the ladder like the experienced rock climber he is and popped out of the top of the silo. But that’s as far as he could go. The top of the silo is shaped like an inverted cone and it was covered in wet, slippery moss. Not the ideal platform for an observation deck. So while he sat up there, Bob hatched a plan.
He built a wooden form in the exact circumference of the top of the silo so he could pour a new concrete top over the inverted cone. He had Nathan use the power washer to blast the moss off of the silo. Then, they guys hoisted the wooden form to the top of the silo.
I suppose I should say a few words now about our bucket truck. Bob bought it a few years ago in Colorado because “you never know when you are going to need a bucket truck.” The truck didn’t run when we bought it, and it didn’t have a bucket. We had to load it on a semi and have it trucked out to Oregon when we moved to the farm.
Bob and Nick spent the winter getting the bucket truck running and the hydraulics working again, and now I know why. It still doesn’t have a bucket. But for this project, we don’t need a bucket. We just need a hook.
As it turns out, we do have a hook, which the guys dangled off the end of the truck’s bucket arm with a long strap. Then, Bob hooked the hook to some other straps he had wrapped around the wooden form. And from here, I think I will let the pictures tell the story:
Over the weekend, Bob and Nick started pouring the concrete, but not before I sucked it up and climbed to the top to snap off a few pictures. So what did I see when I got up there? And how did they get thousands of pounds of concrete 24-feet up in the air?
Here’s a peek at the view, if only to prove that I actually made it to the top of the silo despite my Roddy McDowall phobias:
As for the concrete pour, it’s getting late and I think I still have vertigo from being on top of the tower. It was a fascinating process and I want to do it justice. So that will have to be a blog for another day.