I remember showing up for the first day of building with a skip in my step and so naive about how it was really going to be. After hauling wood for several hours by myself it soon hit me how terrible it was about it be. I think the only way I survived was having other people struggling there with me. I kind of feel bad for anyone that had to work with me, I am sure I complained way more than my share. But when the wind freezes your tears to your face its hard to keep positive. We liked to joke that we would have made terrible pioneers. We had gloves, hats, huge coats, warm boats and other luxurious the pioneers didn't. But I still felt so cold I could barely move. I think I would have been that pioneer that the group decides to tie to a tree and leave because I would have complained so much. :)
A couple who is about start the next group of winter building came over and talked to us a while ago. It was cute to see their excitement, I just didn't have the heart to tell them what they were really getting into. I think sometimes it is best just to let people get into things, struggle and then they will be happy with their house in the end. Any amount of hope you can hold on to during the process is needed. So they are heading into the storm with eager excitement.
One nice part about building our house was me having to face my fears. I was terrified to use a nail gun. When we did our safety training we got to hear all the horror stories of people being shot in the neck or nailing their hand to a wall. I remember shaking and holding it so gently in the beginning. I had to use it so much by the end I could have shot a apple off someones head. It was something I could use with my eyes closed. I never once got hurt by one either. I am also terrified of heights. We had to use ladders a lot and one day I guess I set it on a wall that still needed to be stabilized. When the ladder fell out from under me I reached up and grabbed on to one of the ceiling trusts just in time. I was hanging over the stair pit and could hardly breath (I also had a huge fear of falling in the stair pits). But I was able to swing over like a monkey to safety. The second time I fell off the ladder it had slipped on ice. Luckily I was able to jump away from the ladder so it didn't catch my legs on the way down. I think the two worst injuries I got was a black eye and I scalped my head once. I got the black eye from hitting out a piece of wood so hard it bounced out and hit me in the face. I should have had my hard hat on for the other injury (I learned fast after that one). I hit my head on some wood standing up and looked up and some of my hair and skin was on the wood. I had a little bald spot on the top of my head for a little while. The comb over hair do worked wonders. :)
I am looking forward to this winter. It will be nice to only have to go outside if I want to, not because I have to.