It was February when the trusses arrived.
Our driveway had long been partially de-constructed because of its uselessness; it was too steep, as it turned out, for getting an RV up to the pad, so a new pad was built halfway down. The "driveway" became a wide path instead.
The truss truck driver needed to be closer, so the only way was to pull up in a neighbor's driveway, and over across an empty lot to the back of the house. In the mud. The resulting deep ruts made nobody happy.
To Be Continued...
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