Today we had a pumper come to pump the 25 yards or so of concrete into the candy store floor. The guy running the pumper truck was a hard core snowmobiler and he was showing off his tattoo of a picture his buddies took when they were "highpointing" in the Bighorns. I asked him if they used beacons and what not and he said they don't go riding when the avalanche danger is high. When we lived out west, we would always dig a "snow pit" to test the stability of the snowpack and whether the 30 degree slope we wanted to ski was safe. I tele skied some pretty crazy shutes, including the "Essex Mountain drainage". I had a heart rate monitor on when I trekked to the top just to see what it was like and to pace myself. When I got to the top, I took in the view and stopped. Before I dropped in, my heart rate was in the 150's and I wasn't even moving. It was a hairy descent and I don't think I would ever do it again.I was on the end of the hose when we were pumping today and I feel like I was trying to bring down a elephant with it's trunk. This has to be one of the tougher pours I have done with spreading 40 yards of sand yesterday and the concrete today. Those guys that do it full time are tough cookies. One of the guys that was driving the concrete trucks told a pretty bad joke today. No one really laughed after he said it and the guys said "well, I guess you wouldn't say that in church". And Bob, the main concrete guy who is a pastor, says "well, you pretty much did" The guy says, "I'm sorry" Bob basically says, don't tell me your sorry. Tell the big guy upstairs. We didn't see much of the driver after that.
I skied the loop again tonight. It was desperate skiing but beats running and rollerskiing.
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Yeah,the sheetrockers were blaring 93X on the stereo when a bunch of the church members were walking around last week.Listening to "Highway to hell" and "Now your messing with a son of a B_____" is not a good idea in a church,let alone anywhere.
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