The workbench that was 14 months in the making*, is finally...finished. A few months after construction was competed on Chateau Slayton, a big storm ripped down the leeward side of West Mountain, leaving a swath of felled maples in its path.
After a Trampoline budgetary meeting over microbrews at the house (customary), we wandered up to the treeline to marvel at the damage.
"Don't chop those up" one of us suggested to the other. "They're pretty straight. Might make good legs for a workbench in your garage."
Now it might sound like we're channeling Duncan Kincaid, but we ARE in the Adirondacks, here, and the subject of the conversation was a rough-cut workbench, after all.
We put it off for as long as we possibly could, until Paula and Amanda hatched a plan to put both Derek and Sean in the Slayton garage with a pile of lumber and some power tools. Leave it to them to find a way to get it done. Thanks, ladies.
Behold, the results.
* We didn't spend 14 months building it. We spent 14 months talking about building it.