Once the trusses were stabilized with purlins, it was time to set the 40' double 2x8 beams for the shed rafters. Unfortunately, my buddy's tractor wasn't available, so I had to figure something else out. What I came up with was this elaborate series of ropes, pulleys, straps, and a makeshift gin pole to hoist the heavy beams up by hand.
The plan was simple; hoist a little, tie off, snub the ropes up, and hoist again. So, I'm up an 8 foot ladder beside the pole, hauling up on the block and tackle when the rope gives way - very suddenly. This was a
completely unexpected development.
Since time tends to stand still during these kind of events, I had time to cuss the rope (and myself) on the way down. I'm sure the backflip off the ladder looked perfectly graceful, but I was certain that this was going to hurt... BAD. I wondered what the ambulance ride would be like? Would I be airlifted? Would anyone besides my mother come to my funeral? I hit the ground flat on my back, braced for the pain. Guess what? It didn't hurt. Don't ask me why, but I was fine. I've had worse falling off a barstool!
Anyways, after giving thanks for great fortune, I proceeded to ditch the mechanical solution and go for the brute strength approach. I lifted the beam shoulder high while my son backed the pickup under it. Then I got in the bed and managed to get it high enough to catch the notch on the pole. Repeat on the other end and the job was done.
I'll be glad when I have my own tractor.