The choice of a bathhouse turned out to be an extremely long and pleasant experience for me. The problem was that my summer cottage, straight from the Soviet era, has a modest area and does not fit my tsarist ambitions.
The situation is not improved by the garlic-strawberry ridges, sown with a continuous forest. With a place suitable for the construction of a good-quality bathhouse, it is very tight - I had to get out.
A suitable format for a steam room for my summer cottage turned out to be a square - 4 * 4 meters. For an intimate company of friends and family trips, it is suitable, but more is not required. I wanted to preserve the "authenticity" of the bath, so I preferred the profiled beam 150 * 150. Not logs, of course, but the zakos counts. I didn't want to experiment with aerated concrete or frames from the word at all.
Having zero building skills, I decided not to pretend to be a professional and immediately ordered a ready-made log house. For me, there is less torment, and for the neighbors, less reason to laugh. For the rest, I relied on the internet and the good old forums.
I decided on the foundation without hesitation - screw and basta. It is easy to calculate logically and allows you to manually calculate the probability of "bulging", avoiding unpleasant surprises.
Together with my son, they drove nine B89 piles, two and a half meters long. The entire technology of installing the piles was strictly observed - they were cut to the level, concreted and fixed to the head. Then a miracle happened and the log house was brought even ahead of schedule. Despite the 6-meter length, the material turned out to be dry and light.
From unloading the timber to hammering the final nail, it took only 3 days. This time was enough to lay the floors, install the doors, complete the frame and roof.
After the departure of the "woodworkers" I put in the windows, finished with a podium under the stove and installed the stove itself, laid the pipe and did a thousand more small things. These operations took the rest of my meager vacation. After returning to work, the speed of work significantly decreased, since it was necessary to get down to business on short visits. The work of the master is afraid (even of someone like me) - by September 2019, construction was completed.
When I heard on TV that the coronavirus dies at high temperatures, I thought about visiting the bathhouse with my whole family. But what can I say, the Ministry of Health itself heartily advised citizens to blow hot steam for infection. Feeling like the discoverers of the vaccine, my wife and I packed our bags and left with the children to the dacha for a week. Fortunately, the week was declared non-working. Steam - I don't want to)
Juniper brooms prepared, eucalyptus oil to clear the airways too. We even stocked up on tea with honey and medicinal herbs. While a wave of panic swept through "our immense", we were blissful in a small paradise made of timber. The baby oven gave such pure and distilled air that I didn't want to leave the steam room at all. The hiss of water after stones is just a song to my ears.
I would gladly stay at the dacha until the end of May, but the employer decided otherwise. Crises are crises, but business needs to stay afloat. After arriving in Moscow, we all experienced an acute shortage of light vapor in our blood.
And then Sobyanin pleased with the imminent introduction of digital passes - it will not be so easy now to penetrate the native land. We can only hope that the pandemic will subside by June in order to open up the summer season with benefit.