Friday, August 22, 2008

Stack 'em High!!


Looking back at the scrawl that is my notes for last weeks "Strawbale Design/Build" class at Yestermorrow, I can only hope that I will retain everything I've learned and not let it drain away with the next downpour of building know-how or even worse, just fade away with time.  I'm anxious to put it to good use and get involved in some project, perhaps with Steven, a friend of one of our instructors who is building a timber frame, strawbale, two-story addition to his lovely off-the-grid cabin in the mountains of Vermont. We visited his place in a field trip and the amount of work that goes into even as modest a project as this is absolutely staggering.  But what an awesome space it will be when it's done....  A high-performing, cozy, one-of-a-kind, hand built home that should last long enough to keep in his family for several generations at the very least. So much emphasis in building these days is in the value of the investments in dollars and cents, a.k.a. real estate...and to some extent, there is nothing wrong with that notion. But the concept of building a home that will provide you with comfort and shelter, one you can grow old in, then pass it down to your children is what really appeals to me.
Making the walls of your house out of straw makes some people squirm.  "Will it burn easily?", they ask... or, "couldn't you just push it over?" Well, the answer is no and no, but I don't want to get too far into the specs of bale building here. It's just interesting to me how building materials and methods are introduced and evolve over time to suit specific people in specific places.  I've heard that strawbale building has come a long way within the last 10-20 years.  People in the Northeast were looking at what a few folks were doing with it in the Southwest and tried the same thing.  Well, that didn't work so well, because this, unlike modular mass produced materials is not a "one-size-fits-all" type of construction. It's very specific to place; region, climate, microclimate, siting, and numerous other requisite factors. But because of the mistakes that people have made and learned from, then passed on that knowledge to others, we can feel confident building just about anywhere! But like any kind of building,  the thing that makes or breaks it is attention to details.
I can't sing enough praise for our 2 instructors, Tim and Deva. They did a great job of balancing lecture, slideshows, discussions and outings with hands-on training.  Because the class is only 6 days long, we worked on a demo building that is basically a square structure with 3 walls. 2 of them are exposed timber frame on the interior (a popular scenario for SB building) and the third is a standard stick frame stud wall.  In lieu of a roof, there are a few different roof end details framed in just to get an idea of how to interface with different soffits (i.e. horizontal soffit return, angled soffit return, exposed rafter tails). I really would have liked to build a real "for use" structure but with all the information and instruction, we would have been hard pressed to see something through until the end.  It was only a 5.5 day class, so time was tight! 
Just to get an idea of some of the topics we covered, here are a "few":
How to source bales, rate them and cherry-pick the primo ones for building, how crucial it is that they remain dry and how to do so, how to stack them for the various frame and roof configurations, the many methods for attaching them to framing and to each other for strength, how to resize the bales to fit either by impaling them with a huge sewing needle, threading new twine and retying or by giving them a shave with a chainsaw (my favorite method), how to notch bales to fit neatly around framing members, bottom of the wall details and how they interface with foundations, what to do around window and door openings, lintels, using metal "blood" lath to "basket" areas that need some shaping or reinforcement, using burlap for bridging over 2 materials in the same plane, how to run electrical work, finishes aka plaster (could be another full week class in and of itself), finding native clay sediment to make clay slip (a smooth milkshaky mix of clay and water) and adding it to straw to create a damp straw-clay mix to stuff into voids and create a nice substrate for plaster, spraying the clay slip on the walls as a sort of primer before plastering and finally mixing the slip with sand and straw in different ratios for various base coat plaster recipes.......THEN the fun begins.  SCHMEARING it on by hand to really work it into all those nooks and crannies.  The next couple of coats are applied by trowel, but this is a very tactile experience, if you're into that sort of thing.  
The goals for this class in my mind, are to inspire us to think outside the box,  the power of community and human interaction and to establish a relationship with these materials.. It succeeded at all of these.  To check out lots of photos I've taken of this class and lots of other things, look at my picasa page: http://picasaweb.google.com/vadutch

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Trip Up







   Before we left to come up to Vermont, we worked 'round the clock to finish various renovation projects around the house. It sounded feasible on paper back in June, but I often have difficulty with reality. This for me meant working almost every day at the Studio and/or the Library of Virginia, then coming home and taping and mudding drywall, painting, trimming, banging nails, zipping screws, blah blah, not fun.  For Jess, it meant being with Kay 24/7 because I couldn't be. I made us feel like our stint in VT would feel more like a vacation than anything else, and that's proved to be true, though it's not like any vacation that I've ever taken. But anyway with the help of many friends and my parents at the final stretch, we "finished" the house just in time for it to be inhabitable by humans (our sublet-ors).  I don't think It'll ever be done as long as we live there, but you have to think of it in little manageable bite sized chunks...and that particular chunk is currently being digested! ...sigh. uughhh....(indigestion)
Our first stop was in Hershey, and Kay had a great first time at Hersheypark.  She loved all the kiddy rides, except for the ones that beeped. A few of them had to be stopped so that I could remove the sobbing, terrified little child.  Her cousin Ryan who is indeed a seasoned "parker" showed Kay all the ropes.  Unfortunately the carousel was out of commision. That was always my favorite.  We then had a great dinner with Jess's family in Camp Hill, before heading out to NYC.  
 Wonderful to see old friends, it was, though it always serves as a reminder of the things you miss so much about the way things were.   Patrick was as hospitable as ever,  and we stayed up late catching up-at his spit shined apt. in Brooklyn.  It was kept so meticulous, I would have felt comfortable eating off of the toilet seat........Ok not that comfortable, but it sure was nice..
He had to work a long day on Friday, so that morning after coffee, he split and we kicked around his place for a bit, figuring out what to do.  After a couple of unanswered text messages and e-shoutouts, we decided to head into Williamsburg.  Within minutes our old friend from DC, Speck called and we hooked up.  She was participating in the BOA 88 drummers event on at the waterfront park and had the whole afternoon to kill, so we had lunch and went to her place in Brooklyn Heights where the view of lower Manhattan was like none that I have ever seen!!!    I've never been on the 27th floor of any building I realized, but I could see how people become scared of heights.  
At about 7, we packed up and began the slow, bumper to bumper rush hour ascent up through the BQE and out of the city on our way to upstate NY.  Ballston Spa to be more specific.  Josh and Sasha were up late expecting us and it felt wonderful to get out to a quiet peaceful town even after being in NYC for only a day!  We are in the minority among friends I think, in our love of NY as a place to visit only.  I just simply like more space and a slower pace.  The next morning we woke up and Kay met her new friends Calla and Aven for the first time.  Kay and Calla fought over toys just about the whole 2 days we were there, but they seemed to really get along as well, just the same.  We spent the first day eating wonderful home cooked food prepared by Sasha, and got a tour of her family's Christmas tree farm, complete with a corn maze, air pillow bouncing, and a cart ride around the property with young Aven at the wheel!!  Josh gave us a demo of his latest invention, the remote controlled Hovercraft car!!  These are truly remarkable people.
On Sunday morning we got to moving a bit slowly, and packed up for the 3 or 4 hour trip up to our final destination, Warren, Vermont and more specifically Yestermorrow Design/Build School where that day I was to begin my apprenticeship certificate program.  The drive began fine but as we headed north, the temperature plummeted and rain started to fall.  At one point Kay was crying that she had to poop, so we stopped for her to do her business, and got a bite to eat while we were there.  Well, little did we know that the intersecting street where the stripmall was located was also the road we were supposed to turn off on, and we got right back on the road we had previously been on....... for about 2 hours!!!!!!!!  In miles we didn't get very far, but I guess Lake George NY is a HUGE tourist destination, because it took us nearly 1 hour get through the town, realize that we F'd up, and another hour to get back to the strip mall where we should have turned.  At this point it was cold and pouring rain, and we just wanted to get there.  We were climbing into the mountains of Vermont, and this was a place we surely had not been before. The clouds were thick and we seemed to be driving right through them.  We finally ended up at Yestermorrow at 6 just in time for orientation and a primer for my first course, Strawbale Design/Build which officially started on monday.   This was followed by a tasty dinner there of local organic delights!  I was excited for what lay ahead....