Not quite yet...

I don't quite qualify as a waller yet, but inch by inch, row by row, I'm getting there. My erstwhile hiking companion, Renaissance woman Grace McDowell, sculptor, stone worker, tea blender, speech therapist, sparked my interest in dry-stacking stone. About the same time I moved up the mountain to a place abounding in quarried stone, mostly stacked in the wrong place, Grace moved away to the west coast. She still gets an e-mail from me now and then when I need advice in a tight spot.

Henry's books.


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