Store High In Transit

Dateline Duck, NC.

It's the beach, it's the south, it's a bit isolated. The historic isolation is tempered by the tourist hoard. The locals look at you like they'll take your money but would prefer it if you went away and left them alone. Kind of like our cats...

Been relaxing as hell. SWITBO found a place right on the beach so we get the incessant pounding of waves. This constant background noise...will it ever stop? Great for naps and sleeping though! Did 175 miles with 600 feet of climbing. The wind is also incessant. The beauty of so little climbing, and hence so little descending, and so much wind is you're always pedaling. Always pedaling. And, the routes are not what I would call interesting. Go north along a basically straight flat road until it ends. Go south along a basically straight flat road until you get tired. We're a lot closer to the north end of the world than the south. There is a south end of the world, got fairly close to it yesterday, but more likely to get tired before getting there from here.

Maybe it's the time of year. Lots of parks around promising to be teaming with a a wide array of wildlife. Our experience has been not so much. If you know Sweetie and her sister, they live for wildlife in any form. So, a bitter disappointment. We did encounter the Corolla Wild Horses. Went on a tour in a customized military surplus Humvee driven by a very verbal young lady from Montana via Colorado in a bikini. Didn't learn that much about horses, but did enjoy the tour! Here's guessing she's pretty good for business. The other guides we saw were pretty grumpy looking old guys. Luck of the draw.

These horses live past where the pavement ends. Turns out there are 700ish houses up there for people that want to get off the grid. I'm guessing they love having all manor of four wheel drive vehicles cruising by their houses all day everyday looking for horses. The horses just fetch-up in their yards and convert grass to poop. They are apparently well adapted to eat native vegetation and drink brackish water as well. 

My favorite were the Cattle Egret's. They seem to adopt a horse. Ride around on it. During the ride they snack on whatever is crawling around up there. Then they hop off and eat whatever is stirred up as the horse snacks away. 

Here are some pictures from yesterday's sunrise and last night's sunset. The land Duck sits on is maybe a half mile wide, I think less. On the east is the Atlantic. On the west is Albemarle Sound. As you might imagine, the morning shots are of the Atlantic and evening shots are of the sound.

So, to today's title.

When visiting my folks he got an e-mail explaining the origins of the word SHIT. Seems there is some disagreement in the literature about shit's etymology. Some have it deriving from the need to store dried poop above the waterline when poop was shipped as a fertilizer. If below the waterline, dry poop became wet poop. Wet poop produces methane. As anyone who has spent time in a coal mine knows, methane in the proper concentration goes boom. Ships went boom. Poop was marked with signs to Store High In Transit. Some versions have it as Ship High In Transit. 

As with anything interesting, there is some controversy. Those with more education and less imagination, or perhaps just less sense of whimsy, suggest the word shit is derived from the Old English "scite" which apparently refers to dung in place names. May be true, but way less interesting...

At dinner last night I started to Google Store High In Transit. All I needed was "Store Hi" and up comes everything you ever wanted to know about the etymology of shit. Guess I'm not the only inquisitive one.

Here is a Store High In Transit version. Here is an Old English version. Choose your own favorite. I'm not going to let facts get in the way too much.

Meanwhile, back at the Quail Manor. CtC and JCE have been busy. All the remaining rough-in inspections will be Tuesday. Lot to inspect, so expect some issues. Should be minor. The stucco guys put up their foam and lath so we're ready to stucco. Think we're waiting for drywall, but other than historically that's the sequence, not sure why. I'll be back down later part of next week to do a quick look so we can start into insulation and drywall. Then things will start to happen pretty damn fast as we finish things up.

Garage doors went on Thursday. The color, in theory, is pretty close to what the stucco will be. Windows and (I think) doors go in Monday or Tuesday. Roof goes on Monday.

Jake's representation of his and CtC's vision.

Jake's representation of his and CtC's vision.

Bit of a new controversy/challenge with the pergola X bracing. The fittings for the specified 5/32 inch cable would not fit over the specified 1/2 inch eye bolts that attach the cable to the pergola frame. Fit fine over 3/8 inch eyes. On a lark checked with Jake, the architect. 3/8 inch no good. Not quite enough strength in sheer. We were off looking at horse tour drivers, er ah horses. So, CtC and Jake worked out a very clever solution involving custom fabricated metal plates and 1/2 inch lag bolts. 

My contribution was to paint them black so they look like the joist hangers.

CtC has been a bit miserly with pictures, but here is what he's sent.