Blaid
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Some time spent with a Master
My son, who turned 11 a couple of days ago, has been expressing interest in blacksmithing for the last year or so. So much so that he has been building fires in the back yard and pushing air into it with an old electric leaf blower. Using a 3 lb. mini sledge and an old piece of I beam, he will beat on pieces of re-bar or scrap pipe for hours on end. So, for his birthday, I arranged a meeting with Stephen Liley of Coal Creek Forge. Mr. Liley had reached out to me a few months ago when he saw we were in the same neck of the woods.


We got up and had an early breakfast on Saturday then drove for about an hour, arriving just before 9:00 a.m. to find our silver-haired and whiskery host hanging out in the front yard near his workshop enjoying the beautiful May morning. After introductions, we went into the shop and saw were the magic was made. Definitely not a shiny spotless showplace, Coal Creek Forge looked like something out of Lord of the Rings. Dimly lit except for the fire in the forge, the corners were dark and every surface was cluttered with tools and tomahawk bits (and probably some Elven dust).


It was obvious that Steve knew exactly where everything was, however, because it seemed like he was never more than one step away from whatever he needed next.
My son, who turned 11 a couple of days ago, has been expressing interest in blacksmithing for the last year or so. So much so that he has been building fires in the back yard and pushing air into it with an old electric leaf blower. Using a 3 lb. mini sledge and an old piece of I beam, he will beat on pieces of re-bar or scrap pipe for hours on end. So, for his birthday, I arranged a meeting with Stephen Liley of Coal Creek Forge. Mr. Liley had reached out to me a few months ago when he saw we were in the same neck of the woods.


We got up and had an early breakfast on Saturday then drove for about an hour, arriving just before 9:00 a.m. to find our silver-haired and whiskery host hanging out in the front yard near his workshop enjoying the beautiful May morning. After introductions, we went into the shop and saw were the magic was made. Definitely not a shiny spotless showplace, Coal Creek Forge looked like something out of Lord of the Rings. Dimly lit except for the fire in the forge, the corners were dark and every surface was cluttered with tools and tomahawk bits (and probably some Elven dust).


It was obvious that Steve knew exactly where everything was, however, because it seemed like he was never more than one step away from whatever he needed next.
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