My dad, Bill Tucker, is the builder in the family; he sustainably harvests lumber from our land in southern Vermont and mills the trees on his Woodmizer sawmill. He built the house that we live in (the cabin portion of our home he erected at 16 years old), and is pretty much a jack-of-all-trades.
Various “projects” have included crafting a homemade cider press, blacksmithing forge, planting and maintaining a bountiful vegetable garden, boiling sap, butchering our own chickens, and living in accordance with the environment as peacefully as possible. My dad has been a carpenter all his life and his portfolio is endless (gazebos, chicken coops, cabins, saunas, sheds, garages, pond houses, outdoor showers, treehouses — to name a few), so I’ve just sent a few pics as a sampling.
The camper he built for our vacation this summer was made on an old snowmobile trailer, and housed the four of us perfectly as we traveled around Vermont for two weeks exploring the beautiful state we call home. The quote I painted on the back is one from Jimi Hendrix, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” Classic! And forever true.
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