The day began with a traffic jam as we continued the game of, “Let’s see how many large pieces of machinery we can wedge into a tiny bit of space.”

Then again, parking anywhere in Eureka Springs is notoriously problematic.

Typical Eureka parking lot

Drilling continued and, by mid-afternoon, the building site was a veritable orchard of tomato cages.

All ready to plant beefsteaks

Long pause… while everybody waited for the concrete truck to show up.

We could see concrete truck after truck going by on the highway. Several strategies for diverting concrete trucks on to our building site were discussed, debated and discarded. Calls were made. Rumors flew. Eventually, we learned that all the concrete trucks were headed to a chicken house in Hindsville, so everyone continued to mill about smartly until….

Thompson Redi-Mix rolled in, at last, and Doc’s guys filled the final hole.

Lee, Leroy & Doc performing the ritual of the Last Pier

Drill piers complete, Doc announced, “That’s the end of a stage. It’s time for a stage party!”

(Like Anyfocker needs an excuse?)

We busted out the Budweiser, Crown Royal and Shiraz but, this time, we didn’t have to huddle up in a single patch of shade because the Morrells had been thoughtful enough to build us a store addition/Shack v2.2/party pavilion.

Doc

Lee & Jac

Leroy