The roof takes shape

I'm looking out on the lake moving turbulently in 60 kph winds. Last night the cabin rocked and the lobster pot rolled across the road. Noreen and Paul take off early on their way home via Toronto. They have had a great stay although they both leave on anti-biotics. Paul looks like he was punched by a 2 by 4: some mosquitoe did the damage. His presence has been an inspiration and we have succeeded in putting up all but 9 of the rafters. You can see in the photos the Master Builder triumphant on the temporary platform above the screened in porch I'm pretty sure all the rafters stayed up even in this wind: the Master Builder anchored them with 8 inch lag bolts. A small crisis about where the roof decking would come from is resolved by Gerrard at Central Supplies. We speak French together, even though he mixes in a lot of English. We can finally get the pine we need at a "reasonable" price even if we have to wait two weeks for it. In a race against the weather: will we close the house up before we break for winter?