Saber Sloth


The before the next venture, Circe has considered several solutions for the tunnel rails. The easiest was, well, kneepads and gloves. Maybe the hand guards that roller skaters user, possibly elbow guards too. But that sounded time consuming. A cart would be more mechanical, which was her jam.


The primary issue was getting the size and alignment right. Which could have been done with a tape measure, notepad, diagrams, etc. Or, she could just be lazy. Take the plywood board and rollers, set them on the rail, secure with vices, and bolt them in when aligned.


There was an initial problem with getting up there though. The lack of stairs would make it a pain.


So, Circe fixed that problem. More accurately, she got a cheap set of plastic pool stairs. The kind you could remove so you don't have to monitor your kids climbing up them to jump into the prefab pool kind. Take the leftover construction material, she made an elevated platform as the base. Technically two stacked which made it high enough to work as a stairs.


2 hours later



It wasn't pretty, but it was cheap, effective, and Brownie's Boone let her cheat on the time. All would think her awesome for that. If it wasn't cheap plastic stairs on a scrap wood platform.


Then came the matter of rigging the trolley, cart, thing. Flatbed mine cart, sure that. Circe had the plywood beds to stack together. The power tools to bolt things in place, the vices to hold it while she bolted it, her own Hedgespun super-tool, and of course the wheels.


It'd just take her some time. Wouldn't do to misalign things and make it harder, she wanted it to be nice.


Hours later



That took way longer than she expected. And her arms were starting to hurt too. But at least the "vehicle" was complete. Save for two other things.


Retrieval and propulsion. The retrieval option Circe had considered was the same that lifeguards used. Hand crank reel and rope. She did "find" a 1500' length. It was for dragging folks out of water, so it should work on a wheeled machine. Except that Circe did the math. Quarter mile? Not likely.


The propulsion was easier. Same method that folks used to propel themselves across horizontal snowed in territory. Ski-poles. Children's size in this case, like a gondola. Totally like a gondola.


Circe was fairly certain SOMEBODY will complain that she didn't make an old timey hand pump rail car. Never mind that even the shortest Lost in town wouldn't be able to stand on the cart to do the pumping, there will be whining. They want a more automated system, give her time. And funding. And an electric scooter to cannibalize.


Circe was done with this for now. She had to check the batteries of the hard hat lights now. And the radios. Okay, she wasn't done yet.