The work progresses. My grandson and I hung out together, so I had a helper for the day. He nailed down the floor and started on one wall, but hammering on the vertical was a bit difficult.
We took a break and walked the lower fenceline to repair all the pulled staples from the horses and moose, then had hot chocolate.
An extended lunch and a good old circa 1934? John Wayne movie revived him enough so that we got the upper field fence line repaired.
Complaints? Only a couple. "I'm cold", "My legs hurt", Grandpa works me too hard"
Can you imagine a whole generation coming up that never heard of John Wayne, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers? What is the world coming to? Remember when every hero rode a horse? The good guys had a white hat? The good guys always win? And get the girl?