This eight foot by forty foot shipping container, with red primer and dents, has been around the world.
Buried in ship’s holds, it has braved fierce winds in the Magellan Straits, turned north at 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 sailing trip is to Hermit’s Lake, Colorado where it is being turned into a vacation mountain cabin.
Dropped 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 at this private fishing resort.
Richard has been coming here for twenty five years and this is the year he starts building his dream. Teaching school with Richard, back in my Truth or Consequences days, we keep in touch. He and Maria live in Virginia and I have moved back to Albuquerque, the city no one spells right. Long time friends all started as short time acquaintances.
Our work order, for these three travel/work days, is to insulate and frame in a bedroom at one end of the container, install flooring, build a bed, run wire and put panelling on the two by four framed walls and ceiling.
Three days in, with most of our time spent in transit, we have the work done we planned this trip.
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 our next trip up, electricity may be in, a water well may be completed, and we will bring Maria’s outside lawn furniture from their Albuquerque backyard to make a place to sit at night and watch the campfire.
Cano has his castle, but now Richard has his started too.