In the last
exciting adventure of the transformer invaders, a crane crept across the land
erecting 17’ diameter tubes.
It had the reach to
add a second section, but since other sections weren’t on site at the time, the
crane moved on—across summer fallow, across grass, through fences.
But a flurry of
trucks arrived with blades
Rumor has it that
the maintenance man (Turbine Cowboy for you Weather Channel fans) will crawl into the blade checking for cracks by
looking for them from the inside. Acrophobes and claustrophobes need not apply.
Other trucks
brought second and third stages. So that
on August 15, things looked like this:
And then along
came “Terex”, slow-walkin’ slow-talkin’ Terex.
He’s actually west of road 26 in the neighbor’s corn field.
A turn to the
right, and he’s on us.
And so to work. Don’t forget to notice the reception
committee in the top of the tower.
Then the
nacelle.
When I stepped
out the front door around 8 a. m. Thursday morning, my first thought was
someone had placed a huge crucifix in the front yard.
Just the boys and their amazing machines doing their day’s
work.
Of course, there
is a little more to it than that.
Somebody has to be up there to guide the wheel into place, line up the
bolt holes, insert bolts, tighten nuts, and release the crane.
I hope they get paid well. I don’t think you could ever pay me enough.
Anyway, the
crane migration, which began in the west, has moved east, leaving only their
tracks.
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