During some delicious Vermont Spring weather (snow, sleet, ice pellets....alternating with windswept rain and a tiny bit of sunshine), we made our way over to the Fontaine lumber mill in East Montpelier. Marc Fontaine is an accommodating sawyer who is completely professional and very organized. Unlike the rag-tag lumber yards we're used to, his is immaculately kept and is obviously a smooth operation.
| Marc Fontaine of Fontaine Millworks (and Bailey) |
| Measuring our post. |
We ducked into the main building to fill out some paperwork. Nice and warm....and we were invited to step into the kiln where the lumber is dried. Whew! My glasses instantly fogged up, and it was impossible to snap a picture because the camera lens did the same. We were in there about 30 seconds, and when we came out there were beads of moisture decorating my hair. The kiln heats the wood to a temp of 160 degrees F. to begin; it's then slowly reduced over subsequent days as the humidity drops. This process breaks down the cell walls in the wood, so that they can't take up moisture later as much as they would otherwise. This was of particular interest to us, since we'll be enclosing hemlock posts inside the insulation envelope. We were warned that the boards which would be in contact with the webbing that holds the cellulose could become damp after a heavy driving rain and then might absorb moisture which would then get sealed inside the walls. We don't want any of that. At the beginning of the drying process Marc controls the heat carefully so that he "sets the pitch" in the knots so that it can't ooze out of the knots later and discolor whatever finish we apply.
After our visit, we loaded Bailey into the car and headed up to Burlington. It was a slippery, slushy ride, with over an inch of icy pellets on the roads, including I-89. Folks have been taking off their snow tires in anticipation of real spring, so I was more worried about them sliding into us than the other way around. I felt especially sorry for the people inching down French Hill, the long hill approaching Burlington. Downhill is always harder in these conditions.
