The stack in the back of the truck was high. We had a tote (that did contain the flashing) and probably 16-20 fish boxes stacked on top and wrapped in plastic wrap. We did decide that prudence called for lowering the stack a little – so it didn’t tip over, taking the whole column of supplies with it.
Back at the cabin, Josh and I set up the portable winch. It was a process. It kept cutting out. The winch is attached to the top of the stairs with a strap and a couple of hooks. The tram is at the bottom of the stairs (of course, we loaded it up before testing how it would work. Sigh.) When the winch pulls on the tram, the line goes taut and makes the winch leave the step it was resting on and align between the tram and the anchor point, tipping downward. I think that makes the oil come off the oil sensor so the winch thinks it’s out of oil and stops. It took a number of tries before we conceded that we just weren’t going to be able to anchor the winch to a higher point on the stairs. Fortunately, there is a screw anchor sunk into the cliff a short distance from the stairs. We used that as the “dead man” (that’s setnetter parlance) and eventually placed the winch on a metal tub at about the same level as the pulley that guides the rope to the winch from the tram.


If you look at the second photo, you can see some chain looped through the big shackle. This leads over to the side of the stairs and secures it there to prevent it from “walking” to the edge of the stairs (in line with the winch), threatening to pull the tram off the rails. It would be such a bad thing to lose the tram off the stairs part way up the cliff – damaging the stuff and worse, anything (or anyone) below.
We’ll have more to bring up tomorrow.
Liz
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