So I Built (Another) Woodshed

Eleven years ago, I built a woodshed at our old house. Mistakes were made, but overall it did what it was built to do, and I learned a lot in the process. Five years later we moved to the island, and the new house came with its own woodshed.

The shed we inherited had two major issues, however. First, it was too small for our usage. Between the wood stove, the Solo fire pit and most recently our wood fired hot tub, we go through something like five plus cords of wood per year, and this shed stores maybe two. The bigger problem, however, was that it’s simply old and falling apart. I considered trying to shore it up to buy another couple of seasons worth of service, but it’s compromised to the degree that that would be a waste of time.

For two years, then, while we tried to figure out next steps, we simply stored our wood in the driveway. This has been a nightmare for several reasons: the wood isn’t kept dry, it can be impossible to get at in the winter when a foot of snow freezes like a shell on top of the covering tarps and it looks like absolute crap. Also, everything from squirrels to snakes ends up nesting in there.

Anyway, over this past spring we finally arrived at a household consensus not only for what kind of shed to build but where to put it. Mostly so that I didn’t have to generate a cutlist, I picked up a set of plans off Etsy for $20. Instead of a two cord shed, we decided to build a larger four cord shed to accommodate the volume of wood we typically go through.

To do this, we had to move it. Our current shed is right by the door to our great room where the wood stove is, which is convenient for bringing wood in in the winter but inconvenient to load from the driveway. The new shed was too big for that spot, and is instead across the driveway, which means that I’ll have to bring wood around by cart. That’s not ideal, but it will be much easier to load in when the firewood is dropped off.

With all parties finally in agreement, I made plans to get to work this August while on vacation. And that’s when things started to go wrong.

Permitting

Being married to a lawyer means that you have to do everything by the book which means getting literally everything permitted. Even a woodshed. When I contacted the town about getting one for the planned new shed, they told me there was actually no permit for our old shed. Which I assume means that whoever built the shed was neither a lawyer nor married to one.

The town permitting took a month, but otherwise proceeded without incident. Then Kate worried about the vernal pool setbacks – again: lawyer – and that triggered multiple rounds of interactions with the town and state. Shockingly, however, we eventually got the go ahead – the only catch was that I had missed my best window to build, which was a week in which I was on vacation but Eleanor was in camp.

But by carving out a few hours here and there, I gradually got to work. Which brings me to the footprint.

Footprint

When I built the shed at our old house, I built it on grade, which is to say I dug down ten inches, filled the area with crushed stone and put concrete pavers on top. This was miserable and in my writeup I recommended against on grade in favor of poured concrete footings.

And that was indeed my plan, until I realized that I had no way of knowing definitively where precisely our water line ran. Faced with a choice between an on grade foundation which wouldn’t dig deeply enough to hit the water line (not so much for the fiber line, alas) or concrete tubes that may or may not cut off the water supply to our house, I did what I had told myself last time not to do.

The bad news was that this new much larger shed required a new much larger footprint than the last time I’d gone through this exercise. I had to remove over five cubic yards of dirt, sand and clay and replace it with over five cubic yards of crushed rock. The good news is that my nephew was looking to pick up some pocket money and had a couple of spare days before he headed off to school. Eleanor helped as well, so I at least didn’t have to do this part on my own.

Once the crushed rock was in place, I had to put in the pavers the shed’s skids would sit on. There were fifteen in three rows. Each paver needed to be level by itself, and level with its neighboring pavers and with every other paver on the grade. Long story short, this work was tedious, fiddly and absolutely miserable. But it eventually got done. Next up was building the foundation.

Foundation

The foundation for the shed was three skids of 16’ pressure treated (PT) 4×4’s, on top of which was placed a frame of PT 2×6’s. This was easy enough to assemble, but when I checked it for square it was off by several inches. Which meant a trip to the hardware store to buy a ratchet strap which temporarily succeeded in making my frame square but did so by cracking and ripping out the bottom of one of my end joists. Which in turn meant a trip back to the lumber store to get a replacement 2×6, and to install it I had to essentially take the entire frame apart and put it back together. And when I did that, I checked it for square and I’d somehow made it worse.

One more application of the ratchet straps – more carefully this time – and some temporary braces and I ended up with a rectangle rather than a trapezoid. As I laid down the flooring – regular 2x4s rather than cedar for cost reasons, and we’ll see how that ages – I could remove the braces and it held square.

Onward.

Posts

Next up were the shed posts, composed of two 2×6’s. I thought it would be a pain in the ass to level and plumb these without a second set of hands and I was right. But using spare lumber as braces, I eventually got all four posts up, then connected by cross-beams.

While the posts wrapped around the corners of the foundation as two 2×6’s joined as an L, they didn’t offer much strength front to back. So it was time for rafters.

Rafters

Before building, I had Claude look at the plans and it told me the pitch for the rafters should be 4 to 1. Measuring out the instructions using a speed square, it was 5 to 1. Not sure which to go with, I defaulted to the original plans over AI’s interpretation of them and it worked.

In the last eleven years, however, I have not gotten a lot better at cutting out bird’s mouths for rafters and they were a bit rough. (Side note for future me: don’t use the circular saw, go with a jig saw – and try not to snap its blade off mid-process). The warp on several of the rafters didn’t help either. But eventually I got all the rafters up. And the purlins on top of them running perpendicular.

And then it was time for siding, and that’s when things got interesting.

Yakisugi / Shou Sugi Ban

In my last shed, the siding was all cedar for its weather resistant qualities. A decade later, with a much larger shed, that lumber would run 2-4X the cost of the more basic pine. But the pine would rot much more quickly – unless, that is, it could be made weather resistant via the Japanese technique known as yakisugi or more commonly shou sugi ban here in the US.

Basically, this means burning the exterior of the wood to render the charred surface much more resistant to weathering.

The traditional method for this is using three planks to form a triangle, and burning the middle, rotating the triangle up and down to allow the fire to burn the length of each plank. This requires skill, technique and experience that I did not have. So instead I borrowed a flame thrower from one of Eleanor’s friend’s moms.

This past weekend, then, while the girls were away, I laid out all of the siding in the driveway, and systematically burned it all using the flame thrower. You can lightly burn wood, but in search of the best weather resistance and a preference for a darker shed, I opted for a much deeper level of char. Except for knots and some patterns in the wood, the siding is now a deep black.

After doing the siding, I next took the flamethrower to the shed, burning the posts, the beams and all of the non-PT wood to protect it. This has led to some questions in the household about why the foundation isn’t black, but given that burning PT wood releases toxic fumes they’re not going to get the yakisugi treatment. Instead, I’ll probably turn to some sort of stain eventually to have the shed be more aesthetically consistent.

As not fun as leveling the pavers was, the act of burning this wood was a delight. Using a flamethrower on its own is entertaining, but seeing flame interact with the wood, revealing and then obscuring the grain was wild. Best part of building the shed by far.

As an aside, to the couple that walked by the top of the driveway and then more or less sprinted off when they saw me laying down swaths of fire, sorry if I freaked you out.

Roof

The only things left to do after applying the siding were fitting the drip edge and roof panels on. It took some persuading at home, but I eventually got the go ahead to use corrugated metal for the roof rather than plywood, felt paper and asphalt shingles. Given how terrible the experience of roofing was last time, this was a big win. I’ve even got extra panels if/when these get damaged. Other than putting in the top couple of rows of screws, which was at the very limit of my ladder, the roof wasn’t difficult to put on. We’ll see how it ages, but it is far easier to install than a traditional shingled roof.

Lessons Learned

  • A pickup bed makes a fantastic mobile equipment shed. Last time I took over our dining room table. This time around I just kept all of my tools in the back of the pickup, and backed it up to the worksite when it was time to build.
  • Having help – particularly for moving thousands of pounds of dirt and crushed rock – is pretty great. Shout out to Eleanor and my nephew for their help. No shout out to Sully, who continued his standard practice of picking the least convenient place possible and lying down.
  • I knew this going in, but it was even worse than expected, but budget extra time for extra trips to the hardware store. Even though Hancock delivered all of the necessary lumber and fasteners to the house, mistakes in ordering, mistakes in the cutlist or simply mistakes that break things mean extra trips to the store. I conservatively was in Ace Hardware half a dozen times, Hancock twice and Home Depot three or four – twice on Saturday alone.
  • Internet woodshed plans are worth what you pay for them. I bought $20 plans and they were definitely worth $20. There were a few mistakes, instructions that were unclear and overall the plans were very basic. I tried to have AI upgrade them with a more detailed plan, but it just made different mistakes. In the end, it might have been simpler to adapt my own plans, but I really didn’t want to have to generate the cutlist from scratch for something this big and complicated.
  • With dimensional lumber, warping is a fact of life. I would have been better off, however, if I identified the most warped pieces ahead of time, because for the foundation in particular having the middle joist – on which the floor framing rests – be warped almost an inch and a half out of square was not particularly helpful.
  • Given that my day job is basically nothing but computers and video calls, building things with my hands offers an entirely different kind of satisfaction. Even if I spend half the time trying to recover from my own mistakes.
  • Maybe the most important takeaway – having used a borrowed Flame King unit, I need to get my own. Every house should have a flamethrower.

My 2025 in Pictures

Another year has come and gone, and a lot has happened. Most of it, given the realities of the world around me, bad. But I only have so much control over that. My focus here will be mostly the good, some just the memorable (such as when Sully got sprayed by a skunk). And as usual, this is written primarily for future me. For those that want to follow along with my various adventures and misadventures in 2025, you are most welcome. But I don’t expect the basic day to day activities of my life to be terribly compelling to someone other than me, so apologies in advance for anyone who keeps reading.

Travel

For the first time in three years, my travel actually ticked down, if only slightly from ~39K miles to ~37K. Some of that was merely the good fortune to have a couple of work events in Boston rather than cities I have to get on a plane to visit, but overall my travel remained more manageable than in years past.

The goal for 2026 is to hold, or even reduce that number. I qualified for Delta Platinum this year on my last flight; if I’m slated to miss it next year, paying the difference would be well worth the investment and saved time.

Health

This is essentially a glass half full / half empty section. On the bad news side, my weight ticked up rather than down a tiny bit and I did not make my admittedly aggressive walking mileage goal of 3,178 miles – the distance from our house to San Francisco. I didn’t even match last year’s mileage, in fact; I was ~20 miles short of last year’s total at 3,116 miles walked in total. I also did not get my planned 60 mile walk in, due mostly to poor scheduling on my part – it’s much harder to do that with snow on the ground, because an extra minute or two per mile times sixty miles significantly lengthens the effort.

But on the flip side, it was a challenging year in many respects. Work was busy, and while my health overall was fine and I managed to not get COVID when both girls got it in late September, after years of not getting either I managed to get both flu A and B in the same winter. Between the travel, then, and the various illnesses – both mine and the family’s – I’m comfortable with what I accomplished this year. Walking over three thousand miles is a significant commitment, both in terms of time, the number (and cost) of shoes you go through and the early mornings you have to put in to make it all work. 3100 miles is still 3100 miles.

Net net, then, it could have been better, but it could have been a lot worse. My focus on this year is trying to better this year’s mileage number, continuing the process of taking off weight I’ve gained and restarting my yoga practice because…yikes. Functionally, my limbs are roughly as flexible as rebar.

With all of that said, on to the pictures.

January 5

First sunrise walk of the New Year.

January 11

Of all the sports she plays, basketball is easily the most entertaining. It was and is the highlight of our weekends. And last season, she got to wear my old number.

January 29

2025 was, among other things, the year I finally became friends with the island’s crows – all of them. I’d made some progress in 2024 with a murder on a specific street across the island from us, but now crows from the bridge, both docks, the neighboring island and the main road through the island all know me and will come say hi. A couple of weeks ago, in fact, I got stopped by a woman coming across the bridge who asked, “excuse me, but are those birds following you?”

February 6

Another pretty nice little sunrise.

February 9

Got a little bit of snow.

February 17

Did a hut trip to one of the Maine Huts and Trails venues (Flagstaff). We DIY’d a Pulk-like sled to carry in our supplies, which worked fine except for the fact that by hooking it up to loops on my pack, the poles ended up jabbing me in the ass on the downhill segments. Other than that, great trip.

February 21

After our experience at Omni Mount Washington last year, and reading a bunch of research touting their health benefits, we started actively considering the possibility of building a sauna here at the house. To test out our potential interest level, we rented a portable sauna for my birthday weekend (if you’re in Maine, btw, the Driftless folks are super nice).

The verdict? We’re now planning to build one.

February 28

Got out to see my BFF to belatedly celebrate our birthdays. I had not been informed that Das Boots would be involved, for the record.

March 4

Hit the first 500 mile mark. Celebrated as is tradition by shotgunning a beer.

March 14

Kate does cold dips. I don’t know why, I don’t understand it, but it’s bad ass to watch. In case you’re wondering how cold the water is, that shape at the top of the image is an iceberg floating by with a gull on it.

April 5

Portland stood to say we want no kings.

April 19

Soft top installation day.

April 21

While horsing around with me, Eleanor ended up kicking the back of my foot. She said her toes hurt, we said that’s what happens when you stub them but you’ll be fine. Still reporting pain that night, we took her shoe off to find this ominous bruise. Turns out, she’d broken the growth plate in her foot. She made a full recovery, even taking part in lacrosse practice while wearing a boot.

April 24

The good news is that Kate got to do a cold dip on her birthday. The bad news is that I had to do it with her.

April 25

Eleanor and I used some of the reclaimed wood from my Dad’s wheelchair ramp to build a reading nook in her closet.

May 4

Lacrosse season – which was drizzly and cold pretty much every day – arrived.

May 5

We liked the portable sauna so much that we got it back out here for Kate’s birthday.

May 7

First visit to Fenway of the season.

May 20

The last time I was here was with a group including my friend Sean. I miss you, buddy.

May 21

Back at Fenway, this time in a box. Huge shout out to the AR person who got me in to the “influencers” box, where a bunch of them took selfies in the first five minutes then retired to sit on couches inside not bothering with the game (even though Crochet was throwing).

May 27

First long walk of the year.

May 29

Went camping with some friends in Acadia. They’ve got the best campsite locations dialed in.

June 11

First doors off day of the year.

June 14

Finally got to see the Life of Chuck, a film by Mike Flanagan based on a Stephen King novella with a unique structure. It’s the best feel good disaster movie you’ll ever see.

June 19

Got to visit the secret beach that is not on our island, but up the coast. Such a privilege.

June 20

Annual Jaws viewing: complete.

June 27

First (but not last) visit of the summer to one of the world’s great bars, Coveside.

July 10

2025 was another great hydrangea season, but I’m worried about 2026 giving that the starving island deer (we’ve got tons of deer but zero natural predators) have resorted to feeding on them.

July 22

Windstorm ripped across the island and snapped off a huge tree like it was a toothpick, dropping it on to the secret beach.

July 26

Took the ferry over to Chebeague Island, which is a quick ride but feels like a totally different world.

August 5

Took in our first family concert down in Portland, the Avett Brothers.

August 23

Annual pilgrimage to the falls: complete.

August 25

Started a project (which is actually still unfinished, now that I think about it) with my favorite little woodworker.

August 29

After the season, one of the Red Sox executives was asked what the most electric regular season game of the year was at Fenway. His answer was a summer game against the Pirates. The Pirates started arguably the best pitcher in the big leagues in Paul Skenes. The Red Sox pitcher Payton Tolle, meanwhile, was making his major league debut. Not only were Eleanor and I at this game, we had the best seats I have ever had at Fenway after four decades of going there thanks to our friend Kim. Eleanor even got to see her favorite player, Roman Anthony, take Skenes out to right field.

And that is why when Kim and I had lunch last month and she offered to pay, I informed her that she was never buying lunch again.

September 3

One of our neighbors from down the street was kind enough to take me out striper fishing. Unfortunately, the only thing I caught was this crab.

September 13

Went up to the AMC lodge at Little Lyford with a couple of Eleanor’s besties and their families. Beautiful spot.

October 2

Survived another Monktoberfest. Mostly in one piece.

October 8

While I was running from meeting to meeting at a conference in Orlando, the girls got to tour Harry Potter World.

October 11

Another year, another free Patagonia repair of my ancient soft shell.

October 18

Portland still didn’t want any kings.

October 26

Preparation for the annual island community Halloween party begins.

October 27

Walking home from a work dinner in San Francisco, I heard a nearby roar which ended up being a dive bar watching the World Series game which was into the 13th inning. I lasted until the 16th, then was absolutely wiped and headed home in theory to sleep but which in practice meant watching the last two innings from bed.

November 8

Another year, another Biggest Little Game in America.

November 13

Have been making slow progress in getting to know some of the individuals among the aforementioned island crows. This is one of the boldest, Gray Feathers, who will fly within a foot of me (but won’t land on my shoulders. yet.).

November 16

Sully had a professional bath at noon, so naturally six hours later he got himself sprayed by a skunk. Fortunately, my past self understood that our dog was a total donkey and that this was inevitable and had purchased the above shampoo against that inevitability.

December 31

First up: fireworks.

Normally I close out the year by watching Trading Places. This year, I watched the last episode of the best TV series I’ve seen, and it was perfect. And a perfect end to the year.