dmagyar
Senior Member
- Location
- Rocklin, Ca.
Crawl space under a house
Crawl space under a house
Working in a crawl space under a house, where the meter connections had been tapped and a second 200 amp panel was located under the porch. I got the job of tearing out the illegal installation and restoring all the loads to the original panel. I didn't see the 6' rattlesnake slithering out from under the house until I was almost done. I found an assortment of small cat sized animal skeletons which also added to the dread of working under the house.
Another time I was under a house and all the space available was about 10" under the flooring rafters. I couldn't roll over so I had to crawl face up till I got to the location then try to work. That time I didn't have any company under the house which was great.
Thirdly was working at Coalstrip Montana, alongside the conveyor system feeding the coal fired power houses located there. My Dad and I were teamed up together working in a chest deep trench running a rack full of 4" ridgid. At the end of the day when we returned to the "man-camp", we took off our sun glasses to uncover the only portions of ourselved not covered with coal tailing dust. It was like bathing in dry black talcum powder, I only lasted ten days before having to quit. That was my first taste of "Traveling".
Crawl space under a house
Working in a crawl space under a house, where the meter connections had been tapped and a second 200 amp panel was located under the porch. I got the job of tearing out the illegal installation and restoring all the loads to the original panel. I didn't see the 6' rattlesnake slithering out from under the house until I was almost done. I found an assortment of small cat sized animal skeletons which also added to the dread of working under the house.
Another time I was under a house and all the space available was about 10" under the flooring rafters. I couldn't roll over so I had to crawl face up till I got to the location then try to work. That time I didn't have any company under the house which was great.
Thirdly was working at Coalstrip Montana, alongside the conveyor system feeding the coal fired power houses located there. My Dad and I were teamed up together working in a chest deep trench running a rack full of 4" ridgid. At the end of the day when we returned to the "man-camp", we took off our sun glasses to uncover the only portions of ourselved not covered with coal tailing dust. It was like bathing in dry black talcum powder, I only lasted ten days before having to quit. That was my first taste of "Traveling".