Shovel Part 2

The backhoe sat outside over the winter since I still don’t have a structure (patience, grasshopper) and it started up come spring, but it wasn’t happy. It wasn’t happy at all. Lots of smoke, a little steam, and no power. None. It would not budge from its spot.

Full disclosure: I long had a sneaking suspicion it might have an issue that would need seeing to eventually. I believe I mentioned that I picked it up on the cheap. If I didn’t, then I have now. Anyway, as the more gearhead inclined among you have already guessed, I had a head gasket problem. Bear in mind that there’s no towing this 16,000 lb. monster out of here since the roads aren’t big enough to bring in a truck and trailer to do it, not to mention that getting it to the nearest tractor shop would cost me the better part of a thousand bucks each way. I looked for a mobile diesel mechanic who would come up, to no avail. I was doing it myself, in the woods.

Teardown took a weekend with Saturday a rainstorm and Sunday, snow. It went surprisingly smoothly, apart from half a day spent fighting the radiator out of the machine. This is my first diesel, not to mention my first piece of heavy equipment with all of its attendant hydraulic lines and huge, overbuilt stuff. I had to buy some very large wrenches, a new torque wrench capable of silly torque specs, and a bunch of buckets to drain, save, and and reuse 17 gallons of hydraulic fluid I had to drain to pull the hydraulic pump just so I could change the fan belt. I count myself lucky. The whole reservoir holds 28. Thing is massive.

Before….

I had the head serviced by American Cylinder Head in Oakland. Beautiful work. New valves, guides, and springs, milled surface (is that a deck on the bottom of a head just like the top of a block? I have never been sure.) And it’s all bead blasted clean and repainted. Repainted! I ordered head, water pump, intake and exhaust manifold gaskets, and a handful of replacement studs from the Case dealer. Then I hauled it all back up the mountain to put it back together up in the sticks.

After. Engine parts as art.
New head gasket
New head and fuel rail in place.

Thankfully I had help, having roped my brother into this. The head weighs about 80 lbs. Somehow I managed to pull it by myself, as my chiropractor will attest, but there is no way I could have positioned it back over the studs and put it back on alone. We spent a couple of days trying to clean up the expected funky stuff in a machine that’s lived outside for much, if not all, of its 40+ year existence and one that had a head gasket problem, at that. We replaced broken studs, scraped at old gaskets that had welded themselves to various surfaces, and did our best to prep the block for a new gasket. Once we got the head back on and torqued the 19 bolts up to 115 lb/ft, we cleaned and installed the injectors and put the fuel rail back together, then we ran out of time.

Thankful for help! Brother cleaning up the block pre-head install.

The following weekend I went back up and did the easy stuff, rocker assembly, manifolds, water pump, radiator, which went back in much easier than it came out, air cleaner, all the fiddley buttoning up stuff…. And it fired up! Not perfect, but it ran. So I did the valve adjustment that I should have done before I even tried, then when I started it again it was super clean, no smoke, sounding strong. And it fired so quickly. That was surprising.

I’ve still got a couple of minor issues to fix, fuel leak due to rotten o-rings in the fuel rail and a coolant leak because the radiator hoses are shot, but motor seems solid. I’m very excited. And not a little gratified that I didn’t fail utterly. I’ll keep trying weird stuff until I do, then I’ll try some more.

The BIG Cedar

When I bought the place there was a giant Western Red Cedar on the property that was fairly recently dead. 5 feet across at chest height. Incredible tree. I hoped to fell, mill, and use it, assuming the wood was any good. Well, thanks to my neighbor Nathan, the tree is down and partially milled, and it’s nice. I’m looking forward to building a live edge dining table, a mantel piece, maybe front doors….

By the way, Nathan builds beautiful furniture. Check him out here: https://www.golivingedge.com/

Check out the tree coming down here: https://youtu.be/2MxljE6zOV8

Picnic Table

Since I’m just camping at this point, it sure would be nice to have a picnic table I can park at my site, leave, and use whenever I’m there, right? I wanted something that would weather well, something I could build at home, pack flat, and assemble on site without power tools. So I made some plans, took a trip to the hardware store, and had some fun. OK, it didn’t pack flat, but it did pack into a pickup truck bed and assemble fast with my super sweet Milwaukee cordless impact driver. (I love that thing.)

Initial table assembly in yard in Berkeley. Fresh redwood is pretty.

 

Table after disassembly, transport and reassembly in the mountains!

If I Had a Shovel

I would shovel in the morning
I would shovel in the evening
All over this land.

I got a shovel. A really big shovel. It’s a late ’70’s Case backhoe that spent years on an almond orchard in the Central Valley. It will make short work of cutting in driveways, maintaining fire breaks, digging a septic system, trenching for utilities, and eventually clearing building sites and digging my basement — once I learn to use the thing with any degree of skill. School starts now.

Although it works today, I do have some mechanical work to do, new tires, clearing up a couple of hydraulic ram leaks, brake maintenance, and minor electrical gremlins. It all seems pretty straightforward and I procured a factory service manual, of course. Just tradeoffs for getting a big, burly piece of equipment like this at an affordable price.

Friends Joe, Adam and I took delivery of the hoe midday on Saturday and by 8pm we had about 300′ of new driveway that was, if not smooth sailing, at least passable even in a passenger car. The home site, that I could only get to in 4-Low by a circuitous route before, is now an easy drive in. I’ll work on smoothing it out some more next time I get a work day up there. Sneak preview: that should be in about 2 weeks when we will be taking down a giant, recently-ish dead Western Red Cedar. Fingers crossed it’s still good lumber and not a giant carpenter ant nest…. Watch this space!!!

monkey cut tree
Joe limbing felled cedar while clearing driveway.

Your author and erstwhile backhoe pilot.

Joe and Adam of the Strong Backs.

Hoe working on new driveway.

 

Makeshift bear box

I’ve heard from neighbors that there are bear sightings in the area from time to time. I thought that while I’m camping it would be a good idea to have some sort of bear box. I’ve got a backpacking bear canister but it’s tough to fit much in and if it’s multiple people up for the weekend, forget it. A friend’s suggestion of a jobsite box for storing supplies onsite morphed in my head from a place I keep my tent dry when I’m not there to also being the place I stash my cooler when I am there. It’s 16 gauge steel with recessed locks a bear can’t even touch. Not totally sure it would keep a determined bear out, but it’s better than leaving the cooler out near the tents or locking it in my truck. If it fails I’ll definitely post about that. Assuming I can….

Finding the right property

Picking the right spot was a long process that couldn’t have happened without setting some baseline requirements and expectations for the land. What you need out of your getaway property is a personal decision and yours might not be even remotely close to mine, but mine were:

  • No more than 3 hours from home, so it’s accessible without taking time off work – weekend visits are easily doable.
  • Internet. Whether it’s good mobile data service or otherwise, I wanted to be able to work from my new place.
  • Sufficient distance from neighbors on the bulk of the property. I’ve lived urban for 20 years, suburban before that, and I’m ready for a change. This one drives parcel size, layout, and the type of neighboring properties you’ve got. I looked at one 15 acre parcel that was surrounded by 1/2 acre neighbors. That makes something like 40 next door neighbors for me to piss off, even though it was a relatively big plot. That does not work for me.
  • BIG TREES

I definitely didn’t have all of those goals dialed in when I started, but after looking at enough places my requirements started to gel. They shifted significantly as I saw what was reasonably possible within my budget, which is of course the big limiting factor. It is difficult to get a loan on bare land, especially a larger and more remote piece. It’s an illiquid asset and banks don’t want to get stuck with it if you default. You might be able to swing a construction loan with the land rolled in or sometimes the seller will carry, but it won’t look like a mortgage; generally the rate will be high and the term short. Most larger land deals are cash, so you’ve got to figure out how you’re going to fund it and what you’ve got to spend.

You can do a lot of good initial research online, but there is no substitute for working with a realtor who understands rural properties. They can find things on the market that you can’t, can help to ask the right questions, and can tell you things you might not figure out on your own, especially when you’re getting started. Without the guidance of my awesome realtors I might have jumped into a property that was gorgeous, huge, remote yet close to town, but didn’t have reliable year round access. I was thinking, I can get a snowmobile and hike in over the railroad tracks, but a fire truck isn’t going to do that. Once I was ready to build and tried to get homeowner’s insurance the insurance company would have told me to forget it, but by then it would have been too late. I’d have owned a beautiful piece of forest that I couldn’t do anything with. Just one extreme example of many.

Another thing that saved me a lot of trouble and money was having a friend who’s familiar with the arcane ways of the government entities that control land, the building departments, registrars offices, etc. I’ll see if I can get him to expound on this at some point, but his advice was always talk to the county, or whatever entity governs the property you’re looking at. They can be difficult to get hold of, but leave messages, call back, whatever it takes. Talk to them early and often. Ask for any documents you can get your hands on pertaining to your prospective parcel, old transfers of title, maps — especially maps — and read them carefully for any restrictions or requirements. Also, and this almost goes without saying, be sure you know what you’re getting. Have the corners marked by a surveyor and go walk the lines. Even the listing agent on my property was way off base about where the lines were. Turns out it goes a good deal further both north and south than we thought (hooray!) but that mistake could have gone against me too. Until you really know, assume you don’t know.

Landed the land

After 6 months of negotiating, several years of looking, and many more years of saving I finally closed on my piece of land in the mountains last week. I spent the weekend up there just trying to familiarize myself with it and clear a way into the middle of the property where I hope eventually to build a house. I finished the weekend with sore muscles, a dull chainsaw blade, and a strong desire not to leave. I was able to get the truck up to the eventual home site by Sunday afternoon, though I broke a rear view mirror against a tree. The first of many mishaps, I imagine. All worth it and part of the process.

Roadwork: taking down a berm in an old logging road.

I did take some time out from shovels, pickaxes, and chainsaws to explore both on foot and on the dirt bike, as well as a trip into town for a growler of local beer and a hat.

Mantis
These not-so-little guys were all over.

Exploring. Just for science. Not that the WR is fun or anything.

Getting ready to put some dinner on and a having a local brew.