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February 10, 2015
The last eight months of getting our business off of the ground have been extremely fun and educational, not to mention nerve wracking at times. We’ve tried to choose options for our place that are cool, fun, and don’t break the bank. Yes, they do exist, but have been particularly difficult to find. We’ve worked hard at it, and also enlisted John Geurts with McNelis Architects, who, lucky for me, also happens to be my brother-in-law. This is the story of finding an awesome material for our bar top and table.
John and I talked about everything from formica to granite to concrete as options, and were having trouble finding something that we thought was original, but would also be functional and attractive. That’s when John mentioned that he had recently been to a door manufacturer in Denver, and had seen some cool materials that they use to make their solid wood doors. It’s basically a laminate of thinly ripped boards, and they use it to build doors for it’s strength, and because it doesn’t move over time. The only problem he said, is that they then paint the doors and you don’t get to see the beautiful stripes of wood all laminated together. We both thought it was a material worth pursuing. Turns out, it’s virtually the same material used in Structural LVL (laminated veneer lumber) beams. Not only are these far cheaper than a solid wood door, they are available at our local lumber yard!
Once we decided on this material, we purchased enough structural beams to rip into lengths and re-laminate into our bar top and tables. We then drove them up Evaro hill and dropped them off at Buckeye Hardwoods in Arlee. After a week or two, Bob at Buckeye called and said that they had been ripped, laminated, run through Buckeye’s enormous drum sander, and were ready to pick up. I knew this was going to be a somewhat important event, so I tried to plan accordingly.
First of all, I knew that our Honda mini-van would not suffice to haul nearly a half ton of finished lumber from Arlee all the way back to Missoula. I needed a truck, and I knew just the one. My friend Will has an old, and well loved Ford F-150 named Bubba. Now Bubba may have a few minor dents and scratches on him, and he may be missing a window crank handle or two, but he is always up for an adventure.
Next I needed a co-pilot. Now I can think of lots of people who are great navigators with a map in their hand, or maybe have the mechanical acumen to fix a broken down Bubba, but I can’t think of anybody who offers the same steely resolve and emotional support as our 10-year-old, 100-pound labrador Leeroy. Not only does he have the experience necessary for such a mission, he has the get up and go. OK, well maybe he needs a bit of a hand getting into the back of the truck these days, but he is definitely not lacking in the enthusiasm department.
So Leeroy and I gassed up Bubba and headed north to Arlee. We had no trouble checking to make sure we had everything we came for, and loading the lumber in the back of the truck. Turns out Leeroy is very handy with a forklift.
We were nearly tied down and back on the road when we found ourselves chatting up Buckeye Bob. And it’s true that we may or may not have spent close to an hour listening to Bob’s harrowing tale of being thrown from and subsequently pinned down for hours by his trusty horse while hunting in the Beartooth Mountains. Turns out he and the horse were both lucky to come away from the experience with only a few broken ribs and one heck of a story.
By the time we got back to Missoula with our bar and table tops, Leeroy, Bubba and I had nearly planned our next adventure into the wilderness. Or maybe we just relaxed over a couple of Milk Bones and took in the scenery. And from there on out there was nothing left to do but put the finishing touches on them with the orbital sander, and send them off to St. Ignatius for the final clear coat finish.
A lot of things happened that day, true or not, but Leeroy says he’s keeping his snout zipped. And by the way, so am I…