Continuing on my streak of blog-worthy shenanigans, I ran into the deck, which hit me at the shins and knocked me onto my face. I was attempting to deliver the tape measure to Erin doubletime! and didn't quite jump high enough. It was an event that all present wished had been captured on video for posterity.
We got this far today and it looks really good.
And we have this far to go tomorrow.
Obviously, we will abstain from placing decking on the yurt footprint, and will cut a large and perfect circle using a router with a carbide tip and multiple passes, making a hole for the yurt. Bill dropped by with his router, which we'll be borrowing, and we discussed what is known as "the asshole factor". This is simply: anyone that gets their eyes down within a micron of the decking and critiques or criticizes a hand-built piece of art (like ours) is .... an asshole. We hope to get far enough to use said router tomorrow, but we can't be too optimistic.
inspecting the decking