No, that’s not me in the bag. That’s about one-thousand pounds of concrete hanging off of the arm of the bucket truck. And it’s just one of seven sacks of concrete Bob and Nick hoisted 24-feet up to the top of the silo/tower, to pour the foundation for the new observation deck overlooking the farm.
But before I get to the big pour, I want to share with you my own harrowing climb to the top. As I mentioned in my earlier post about the tower, I am terrified of heights. So before anything changed up there, I tried to hand off my camera to Bob so he could take some “before” pictures of the silo top. But he wouldn’t to it. He said he’d carry the camera up for me but if I wanted pictures I’d have to go up there and take them myself. I know Bob was anxious for me to see the view and I think he used my commitment to the pictures to get me to punch through my fear and make the climb. (And I suppose this is why I love him, because he gets me out of my comfort zones).
I agreed to try. But I wasn’t sure I’d make it. To start, I had to shimmy my way through an opening in the silo to get inside of it and climb onto the ladder. You can see the opening in the above photo. What you can’t see is that the ladder extends downward another six feet before it touches the ground. So just getting on the ladder requires stepping out over a pit. Once on the ladder, you’re already six feet up with another twenty-four or so feet to go.
Did I mention the ladder is wobbly? With every step up, I could feel it shaking. Bob said the ladder is designed to do that. Something about needing the flexibility so it doesn’t break under a lot of weight or pressure. But it didn’t feel like a safety feature to me. The closer I got to the top, the more it shook. Soon my knees were shaking, too. That made it hard to keep climbing. But I did. Bob braced the bottom of the ladder, mostly to make me stop worrying about it tipping backwards, and I found it helped to look straight ahead at the wall of the silo and not look up or down.
The scariest part of the climb came at the end, when I emerged out of the opening at the top and had to get off of the ladder and onto the silo . If I weren’t such a chicken, I could have just stepped up and stood there. But I was far too scared to stand up, especially with all of the hog wire laid out on the roof of the silo to hold the coming concrete. So I sort of dragged myself out onto the silo on my belly and then flopped my legs off of the ladder like the tail of a fish. And there I was, 24-feet up, clinging to the hog wire! Lying on my belly, I snapped the above “before” photo of the pour area I had made the climb to get. Looking at the photo, I hope you can see how the concrete will fill in to the top of the wooden form to cover the sloping cone and create a flat observation deck.
I never did work up the nerve to stand but I did press myself up like a sphinx to peek out over the wooden form to see the vineyard. Wow, what a view! Ever since moving here, I have wanted to get a picture that shows the vineyard in the foreground and the horses grazing in the pasture in the background. I wasn’t going to get that picture this time, not without standing up. But I could see that once the flat platform is finished and I feel more comfortable moving around up there, I can go back up and get it.
I was inspired to sit up a bit more so I could take more pictures, but just then, the arm of the bucket truck appeared. Nick was ready to start mixing and hoisting concrete. And that was my cue to get down. There was no way I wanted to be up there dodging a 1,000 pound sack of wet concrete!
So I had to flop my legs back into the silo and onto the ladder and then shimmy on my belly backwards as I stepped down the rungs until I was back on the ladder and climbing down. Bob went first and was just below me on the ladder and Nick steadied it from ground. The ladder still wobbled, but going down was much easier than going up. Having survived the climb once, I know I will go back up there when the observation deck is finished. It will be yet another interesting vantage point from which to photograph and share the vineyard.
Now, with me safely on the ground, and without further adieu, here are the pictures of The Big Pour, or, how Bob and Nick got 7,000 pounds of concrete to the top of the tower: