I get back to where I last left off. I'd already cut the fence to make a gate, but honestly, gates are the least of my concern right now. I'm not going to do any more until the whole fence is in place, but at least concerning this one, I have to do it.
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I use that nice "two loop" that was recommended in this thread.
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Stretching and anchoring it to the post on the other side.
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I keep working along. One problem I'm having is that the stretching tool tends to slide the vertical wires along the horizontal wires they're anchored to (as well as bending them). I think next time I might try to "kink" the horizontal wires a little to prevent this. Who knows, but worth a try
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A ptarmigan dropped by and settled on the lower lip at the top of opposite cliff to watch me for a while.
Fun fact: the "pt" spelling of ptarmigan is based on an old, incorrect notion that the word was of greek origin. It's actually from Scottish Gaelic, "
tàrmachan". Of course, we just call it "rjúpa".
They're a game bird here, and popular at Christmas. But this one is of course safe around me! Check back in a few years, ptarmigan; I'm helping grow willows for those buds that you like to nibble on over the winter.
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The sun is getting rather low, and there's a few things I need to do above, so I abandon my work by the river. I did however discover that it's better "skip posts", that I can tension just as well from every second post as I can from each post (I then go back and nail the fence up to the skipped post). Next time I do this, I'm going to see how many posts I can get away with skipping; tensioning is the part that takes the longest.
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Back up top, I head to the shed. I really don't know whether I'll actually make it back before winter really sets in, so I have to assume I won't. I empty all the tools out my trunk into the shed, and replace them with my winter rims.
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One tool is still sitting outside, though - the post pounder.
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I get a six-pallet windbreak hammered in and set up (in ever-growing winds that try to take the pallets out of my hands!
) before it gets too dark to do anymore.
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The post pounder goes into the shed, door locked, and I head home.
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So, I don't know, this might be the last time I make it out this year. My next day off is Monday, and then after that, Friday through Sunday. After that comes Iceland Airwaves, which will eat up 100% of my time, from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep
(its a massive music festival in Reykjavík, hundreds of bands playing everywhere from tiny venues to concert halls; I usually see 80+ concerts in 5 days). As it stands, Monday is looking iffy, but you never know.