ON THE JOB AT CRATERLAKE PT.2 ?

The question mark is there in the heading just as a warning that I may get a little side tracked in my narrative today. You see we had a visitor today, someone that we haven't seen in a few years.
I'm shamed to say it but it was my dad. My folks only live about 30 miles from our house in Murphy Oregon. So it's appalling to admit that it"s been that long since we last spoke. I guess what it boils down to, is the fact that dad and I are actually quite a bit alike, probably more than we'd like to admit. Which means that whenever we have a "miscommunication", neither one of us are willing to be the 1st one to step forward to resolve the issue. As is usual, again dad proved to be the bigger man, that's why I love him! God bless you dad!!
However, all of this fits in very well with the Crater Lake thing, because dad was on that job also.

At Crater Lake, dads job title was "quality control".
Since our commute was an hour and a half one way, we rode together most of the time. Being of different generations, we didn't agree very well on what was on the radio, so we both made some compromises . The music I put on my playlist, Jethro Tull, was one of the tapes that we listened to the most, I think. At least that's the one I remember most. Dad was also a big fan of Foreigner, believe it or not.. Hot blooded check it and see, hot blooded......... Oh well, I don't sing so good.

I mentioned that one of our first projects when we started was to tear the roof off of the lodge, well once the roof was off, of course a new roof had to go back on, as quickly as possible! At least before it snowed on us. The way that happened, was that dad had gone up, even before the crew got there and took very detailed measurements. Then took those measurements, made a drawing of the roof lines and sent them to a company in Brooks Oregon that prefabricated the whole roof system in northern Oregon. So just about the time that we had finished with the demo and shoring, the roof started showing up on trucks in the form of prefabricated panels. With the help of a crane we were able to immediately begin assembling the roof.
Know what?
It went together perfectly, that's how good dad is!
By time time the snow flew we had the roof on, the exterior walls sheathed and the whole building wrapped in plastic. That's not to say it was nice and warm and cozy or any thing. No once winter hit, I doubt that the temperature ever really got above 35. It was cold!! The management had their offices on the 3rd floor on the north face of the building. Between the snowfall and the snow constantly sliding off of the plastic on the roof, before we were done for the season, the snow actually covered up their windows.
One day, that 1st season, I happened to be in the office when the snow plow operator came in and asked "what the hell are you guys still here for, the snow is blowing up over the tops of your trucks out there?" Well as I recall, that was about noon and we were there until 5:30 pm. Not really believing him we just kind of laughed him off. Nobody even checked to see if he was joking! Well.... At 5:30 guess what we found, not our trucks.... because they were completely buried!!
It took us about 2 hours to dig out and drag some of the smaller vehicles out to the plowed portion of the parking lot. After that someone always went and checked every once in a while to make sure we didn't get snowed in again. GOOD TIMES!!!