Sometimes, greed overpowers your brain, and you make decisions that later seem less wise. Yesterday, Judy and I traveled to St. Joseph, Missouri to pick up more wood at Simpson and Sons sawmill just south of town. My new friend Al Navas introduced me to owner Steve and sales manager, Dustin who sold me some 4/4 walnut. Al bought some beautiful 8/4 soft curly maple that has been keeping me up at nights wondering if it all got away.
After seeing how beautiful Al’s piece turned out, I knew I needed some. I checked local prices for curly maple, and found it to be 3 times what Simpson charges (although their’s is surfaced) and not nearly as interesting. So, after verifying with Dustin that the remainder of the wood still lay there, Judy and I took a day, and traveled in the rain down to St. Joesph,
I find Dustin a very enjoyable, and helpful individual. We flipped some pretty big pieces of 8/4 wood around until I got to the best pieces on the bottom. He also brought several nice pieces of 4/4 to my attention, and I agreed that they were well worth buying.
Some future projects waiting for me a few months down the road involve more quartersawn oak, and we dug around until I found several nice 4/4 pieces. When Al showed me around his shop about two weeks ago, he showed me some sycamore that he acquired from Simpsons, and the quartersawn pieces had nice figure in them too. So Dustin pulled down several pallets of lumber and we started digging out some really nice pieces of sycamore.
Well, before you know it, the truck is weighed down with a significant amount of lumber. We drove back in the rain and in high winds, and the combination of rain, wind and weight gave me some concern but we experienced no problems.
Due to the lateness of the hour, I did not want to back down to my basement doors and unload the wood there in the rain soaked (did I mention it rained all day?) yard. So, I set out two of my trusty sawhorses and moved the wood from the truck to the sawhorses with gaps to let the wet ends dry. I wondered at the time if the weight would be too much for the sawhorses, so I left one of the biggest pieces of curly maple on the garage floor just for piece of mind.
My wife claims that she heard a loud sound during the night, but I did not. However, when I went to the garage mid-morning to check out the dampness, I was stunned to see that one of the sawhorses failed, and the other looks close to collapsing. Too bad too, I like the portability of those sawhorses and the ease of storing them.
I guess my greed in taking as much wood as I thought I could transport home proved too much for the sawhorses. In fact, after I got it out of the truck, I started wondering if it will fit in my basement storage area. I knew I would not make a trip back down there until after the weather warmed up next spring, so I took as much as I could. I just had to have those large beautiful chunks of curly maple.
In retrospect, maybe just one less piece would have been okay …