Cracking the Windtraps

[Unseelie]

She didn't own a crane, nor could she afford to rent one. To rent a crane, she'd also need a flatbed, and she'd have to drive it over two hundred kilometers from the nearest settlement, only an intermittent fifty of which actually had uncovered pavement, so it'd have to be a crawler with dustproof intakes. She couldn't afford to rent a crane, and she definitely couldn't afford a crane and a trawler.

She'd thought about a ladder, but where could she get a ladder seventy meters tall? Same place she could get a crane, and such a large ladder, that would take a trawler to move. A smaller trawler, but the problems were the same. Instead, she'd have to climb.



Sweat dripped from her brow. She was thirty meters up, hauling on her magnetic rung. She had thirteen, but was only using four...pull one off, by the cables that led to her belt. Haul it up, mount it, then haul herself up another rung. She had to get to the top, to wrap a cable around the top so she could attach another pulley chain and haul it back upright, and she had to do it while the sun beat and she could see. She'd bring a great deal more water, for the next windtrap.

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