We’re back after a short break, and Otto resumes by commenting on a picture.
There’s that dock that we built.
I think that’s where we’re assembling the first crib to sink it, and then we just kept adding to it at the top because we put on longer logs and filled it with rock. It was cribbed like this, square cribs so that you could dump the rock down in and they’d settle in between the logs and stuff. The more rock you put in, the more log you put on it to get it set on the bottom. I don’t think we even anchored it to the shoreline with any cables or anything like that. I thin it was the weight of it and the contour underneath that wouldn’t allow it to slip or anything. It just settled down and that was it. (OH)
Sort of a freestanding dock?
You put that much above the surface of the water, so you put a lot of weight on it. And I wheeled all the rock in that thing on a 12-inch gangplank. I don’t think I could walk down a 12-inch gangplank as far as we did with a wheelbarrow full of rock. Dave Wilcox was supposed to help me, and he’d lose the wheelbarrow off the gangplank about every time he tried to turn around. He’d get to laughing, and then you’d just, well, give up, so I wheeled in all the rock. He helped ol’ Rid dig it out of the bank back there and fill the wheel barrow. I wheeled my share of the rock down that thing. (OH)
This is that old carpenter I couldn’t recognize. I don’t think that’s ol’ Joe Ord, Pete Ord’s dad. That’s me right there behind you. [AH]. This is ol’ Lil, the intelligent foreman, we called him. There he is. That’s just the way he looked. He wore his hat down over his eyes and that appeared like he was looking out across the lake all the time when he was talking to you. (OH)
Was Pete Ord from the local area?
I never heard of him ‘til I went up there. (OH)
