"Can you get in with the truck?"
"Yep. It will take a while to get anything built, but it's a start. And then—look at this." He handed Joe another picture. At the top of a clearing, a long log projected out from under a ledge. It was supported by two shorter logs lashed together in an X. Standing upright on the end of the log was a prehistoric figure with straight arms and large rocks for hands. The hands extended out and below its feet. "Stone Man," Max said proudly.
"It looks like a balancing toy," Joe said. "A balancing giant."
"Yep. He's come down out of the mountains to see what man has done." Joe looked closely. Stone Man was made of small diameter logs and had a strong narrow head.
"How did you fasten the head? Is that a rock?"
"It's a piece of slate. I split the end of the log, stuck his head part way down the split, and lashed it—like a tomahawk."
"Something else, Max! Giacometti goes to Indonesia."
"And Vermont," Max said. "He sways in the wind. The idea came to me when I first saw the clearing. I knew I had to do it."
"Must have been fun getting it up."
"I built the perch first, got it solid, and then I made a temporary walkway out of two by sixes, H shaped. We pulled Stone Man out to the end with a come-along, a couple of inches at a time. It was awesome. Bunch of guys helped. We had a few brews."