This eight foot by forty foot shipping container, with red primer and dents, has been around the world.
Buried in the hold, it has braved fierce winds in the Magellan Straits, turned the Cape of Good Hope, waited in line to traverse the Panama Canal, slid by icebergs in the cold north seas that sank the Titanic.
It’s final trip is to Hermit’s Lake, Colorado where it is turning into a mountain cabin.
Loaded onto the most level part of Richard’s lot, it points down the valley cut long ago by a glacier, towards three private fishing lakes.
Richard has been coming here for twenty five years and this is the year of his cabin. There will be more shipping containers delivered and the place will eventually be full of gleeful Grand kids.
Our work order, for three days, is to insulate and frame the bedroom, install flooring, build a bed, run wire. The project is long term because, in September, the Lakes shut down when winter turns and cold winds blow up the valley.
Three days in, with most time in transit, we have ten percent of the job done.
Next trip up, the bathroom will be started, white paint will be put on the roof to reflect heat and the place will be okay to spend the night. By the next trip up, electricity may be in and a water well may be completed.
Cano has his castle, but now Richard has one too.
Twenty five years is a long time to wait for a dream.