I tried to get in touch with the guy who put the logs out in Canoga Hills to see if there were any of the 5 I had left on my last/first trip remaining, and if it would be worth the 30 minute drive. He never got back to me, but I noticed he reposted on craigslist a few days later that he put 15 more logs out there.
That night after work I headed up. I’d wanted to find metal brackets that turn 2×8 or 2×10 planks into ramps that lay on the tailgate, so I could dolly the logs right up into the bed, but no one sells them around here, and I didn’t have time to wait for shipping. I went with nothing – no gloves, hand truck, head lamp… just me and the truck this time, so I raced a bit to beat the sunset. It’s really dark in that alleyway, and there was that huge black widow spider on the logs last time. I wanted to be able to see well.
Here’s what awaited my return:
You get a sense of how big they are when you realize that’s a full-size doorway to their right. This was one of the pieces there last time:
It’s hard to tell how big it is, so here’s my shoe for scale:
I was barely able to budge it, let alone lift it into my truck, so there it stayed. I’m sure it’s still there. Here are some smaller pieces at the other end of the row:
That round one on the right with the rags stuck to it – that exists at the absolute limit of my being able to move something. Anything even a pound heavier than that is beyond me. Here’s just after I hoisted it into the truck:
That was a heck of an ordeal getting it in there. If you’re interested in the short battle-tale, click the image above and read about it at flickr. I’m too traumatized to repeat it.
I mentioned that it was kind of a junkyard of a home, so I snagged a picture this time. I wasn’t kidding! But who am I to judge? My place is all logs and branches now :)
For 3 days this is what went on in the back of my truck as I drove around the neighborhoods of West LA, until I could find time and motivation to unload them finally. Every time they slid a little too hard, I’d feel a jolt in the truck. I’d made sure to avoid any head-on collisions.
Here’s the haul at home by daylight, awaiting the final unloading:
And here’s my favorite part of the haul – the first time I’ve picked up any bruises since childhood!
I take some pretty hard bumps every now and then, but I simply don’t bruise. I can never prove I’m hurt to anyone :) I was surprised when I found these, and believe it or not, pleased. Now I know I’m definitely human, and can go back to being extremely cautious around my tools.
On the drive home the night before, soaked in the sweat of lifting the largest log, I guessed that it must be 2’ in diameter, and 16” tall. I was pretty much dead on. Go me!
Here’s the big unloading. I particularly love the shockwaves picked up by the camera whenever the logs hit the ground:
Oh, and I mentioned in a prior post that I should next attach the camera to the dolly for a dolly’s-eye view of how it works. It’s more boring and seizure-inducing than I hoped, but here it is anyway.
Even though the dolly helps a lot, it was a really hot day, and they’re still a lot of work to maneuver around. I was spent.
I’m currently considering an Alaskan Mill to slab some of these. They’re pretty cheap.
-- Gary, Los Angeles, video game animator