Truss Hour

We had the country equivalent of “rush hour” about 10:00 am this morning. It was truss hour. Our contractor with his 4 excellent craftsman convened with a really big flat bed truck and crane about the same time the windows and doors (8 foot high sliding glass doors BTW) and our excavator/grader extraordinaire Bob and his sidekick Clint arrived. Actually, it was at the same time. And mind you, all that activity wasn’t spread out over 11 acres. Of course, it was all happening within about half a football field, give or take.

So… up went the trusses. Here’s proof. Enjoy.

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