At the last installment, you'd learned about the disaster that we discovered upon ripping up "the bad spot" in the trailer where we'd been told we'd need to do some work.
Insert hysterical laughter.
"Some work." Uh-huh, right. Well, I don't know how much I should spill ahead of time, but I think My Man would say that had he known what we'd find, he would have demo-ed the entire trailer down to the frame and started over. And I don't think that's an exaggeration.
The floor studs were so rotted that they literally fell apart in damp handfulls.
Above is an action-shot of the Sawz-All-ing of the rotted studs.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks to the next chance we had to really attack the project. My Man was still working his full-time job a couple of hours away and could be here for just a couple of days at a stretch. While he'd worked on the trailer all day, I'd been away either nannying or cleaning. When I arrived at the trailer at the end of the day, he met me at the truck with a funny little grin on his face. "I may have pulled something a little too hard", he said.
Well, that gives us better access to the trailer's frame in the back end, right?!
And, I'll leave it there for now. I need sleep.