![]() Trail Ridge Timber Frames, Inc. Germany Tour 2002 |
Nurnburg
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On
the way to Nurnburg we stopped at Rothenburg. This truly
was the most "fairy tailish" place I saw during
the whole trip. Here we stand on the walkway atop the old
town wall. The town itself is sometimes called the
"Christmas Town" by tourist. Chance (the guy in the picture) and his mother and father are from Texas. Something I put up with since I am too. His dad, Paul, started "COLTS" in the high schools in the Houston area. All the "COLTS" kids cut and raised a timber frame shop a few years ago. |
| Here are some older zimmermen at the Mafell booth at the Nurnburg trade show. "Boys and their toys," no matter the age. They obviously seem interested in the saw but what they're really thinking is, "Okay, how am I going to explain to my wife why I need another saw." |
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A model of a traditional timber frame at one of the booths. |
| We
are currently shopping for new computer software to do
our design work at Trail Ridge Timber Frames, Inc. Here
Greg appears to be talking to the salesman... but wait,
he's looking at the camera. Hey Greg! pay attention!!
That program costs $8000.00. You can see that hockey shirt I mentioned earlier. |
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At one of the booths the young zimmermen display there guild's song and dance. In the background another zimmerman plays an accordian. The song, translated in English, goes something like this: "2,4,6,8, timber framing is great. Hoyty eh, hoyty oh! Nothing could be finer than cutting wood" |
As our trip was coming to an end I took a side trip to the town of Bamburg. I found this house on a small quiet residential street above the town. I loved the details on the timbers. Again we see the use of the mysterious blue oak timbers harvested by the fleeing king high on the slopes of the Himalayas. |
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The mayor's house in Bamburg certainly has a view. I loved the addition of the timber frame hanging over the water. |
| Back at Denver International with my "other favorite girl" and her new teddy bear that I bought in Rothenburg. What a trip! |
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