we were at the cabin having a late lunch
no harm, no foul, no worries
or so we thought
next day neighbors came by to see if I had a bottle jack and some steel.
we had lots of rain and dang near flooded our cabin this summer over 4th of July, so my steel is buried in silt, somewhere under the danged cabin.
but the reason they were askin, my 70 year old neighbor went had gone out the following morning and noticed his porch was awry
reason being the combo of saturated wet ground and the roller had his cabin posts tilting at about a 45 degree angle!
so we put a rope along around it, jacked it up and proceeded to straighten out his foundation posts, took most of the morning, but his 2 Sil's were there and his two grandsons (late teens, early 20's)
don't think the old boy that owns the cabin even got his knees dirty
and that's how it should be.
but man o man we dodged a bullet, if that place would have torn loose from those posts and hit the ground then we'd have really had a chore. In fact I'm not sure exactly what our plan of action would have been at that point.
but all's well that ends well, the ole boy and his missus that own that cabin are the salt of the earth.
his folks are buried just down the river, side by side, same way they went through this life
