You're right, summer of '93, thank you. That's when we first started building our house out in the country, but the year that stands out in my mind is 1994, when we first moved in.
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote : Summer of 1993. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <j_alexander_stanley@...> wrote : I haven't been in the dome in 21 years, and it was the mold that finally drove me out of there. It was the summer of '94, when we had the huge Midwest floods, and water was flowing into the basement of the men's dome like a sieve because they had originally just pushed dirt up against the foundation without applying any kind of waterproofing or drains. I'd walk in the door, and my lungs would freeze up; so, I'd take a deep breath, walk in, kick off my shoes, and head upstairs, where the air was better. But, I kept coming out of program with headaches. At that point, the only reason I went to the dome was Petra insisting on it, and I finally put my foot down and kicked my flying wings to the curb. As for the dome, itself, my recollection is that on top of all that beautiful woodwork is foam insulation (probably sprayed on) and topped with some kind of protective membrane. I doubt there's much in the way of new-age hippy roofing material that could be used on such a structure.
