The county inspector rolls down the drive somewhere around 8:30 on Saturday morning. He meets Paul from Bankstarr construction. The inspector looks around. The men exchange a few words. The inspector knows that Paul had asked for a pre-inspection inspection two weeks earlier. Paul easily addressed the issues that came up at that time. Everything else seems to be in order so.....
The pool is officially open!
I celebrated with a dive off the board. Jim Preston, who has worked longer and harder than anybody on this project, had a stunned look of bliss on his face. Larry Fischel, who has also done work far above and beyond the call, probably went back to bed (he'd only had a few hours sleep the night before). Jeff Luker, who had lent his tremendous architectural talents to the project, shook hands all around. And we all wandered around with silly grins.
We did it.
These volunteers, and many more, will be suitably celebrated this season. But for now, we know that the permit is not the end.
We need to get the heater working. Georgetown Aquatics can't tackle that this weekend (they need plumbers and electricians), but they will get to it early next week. In the meantime, the pool is not for the faint of heart.
We need to finish the outdoor wiring. At the moment, the pool can't be open past dark because the lights aren't working, either in the pool or around the deck. That should be an easy one.
We need to get permission open the deck that runs above the pool house. Montgomery County won't let us do that yet because they aren't happy that the exit ramp leads to the lawn. They were expecting something more elaborate.
We need to fix our gates. If the building catches on fire, it's easy to move away to safety. But the fire marshal says getting far away isn't good enough. We need to have some hardware that lets us pass through the gates in our fences without a key. Of course, that means people can fairly easily come in through our gates without a key, but that's not the fire marshal's problem.
So, there is no rest for the weary. But there is joy. And those of us still on our feet had a great day at Daleview, even as we noodled around to resolve the hundred little issues that were too picayune to bother the inspectors.
See you at the pool!





