The next step of Operation Backyard was to move our shed away from our house in order to clear space for a deck and some indoor/outdoor living space.
Moving a 10×12 shed sounds like no big deal (and originally we thought so, too) until you realize that shed is completely finished out inside with drywall and a wood floor. It even has an air conditioning unit built into it. The darn shed now weighs over 4000 pounds. Unfortunately, the incredible weight and the VERY tight maneuvering space of our property has proven to pose more of a challenge than we had anticipated involving scenarios that required us to tear out fencing (that we just put in) and a crane that would poke a huge hole in the shed roof and floor rendering the shed pretty damaged. This was not an appealing option.
We tried to jack the shed up to wedge rollers underneath but it drove the jacks right into the ground. This shed did not want to be moved. It was perfectly happy right where it was. Forklifts didn’t budge this thing.
But dude, we had a plan:
We even built the shed a nice little home to rest …
Finally, our friend Mike offered to bring over one of his tractors and we’d give it a go. We love Mike!
Originally, we were hoping that he might just be able to pick the shed up with these 9-foot forks that weigh eight million pounds a piece. Believe me, I had to help carry ’em.
But that was a laugh. Ha! AHAHAhAHA! No go with just picking it up. We were cute naive rainbow-gazing nincompoops for thinking it might have been possible.
So we moved on to jacking this thing onto fence posts and rolling it. Eureka! It worked!
All was going well until … we decided to take a break.
have coffee …
munch toast …
… and watch Jack dig up our little peach tree which was going to be mowed over by the shed. We couldn’t make the turn as tight as we’d hoped. Darn it! This was going to shock the heck out of peach tree and she’ll probably drop all her fruit. Double darn it!
Oh, well. We gotta do what we gotta do. Collateral damage was to be expected.
Woohooo! There she is. We wept. We wailed.
Okay, fine. I wept. I wailed. It was a beautiful sight.
Even Jack was a little awed, “Holy !@#$!, I can’t believe we got it moved!”
I’m telling you, this stupid shed is crazy heavy.
And finally Mike helped us lift up the concrete so that we could haul it away.
Now … we’re on to phase MXIII.