Cleanup on Aisle 9

With beautiful autumn weather in the air and the hillside bush hogging (mostly) completed, for a couple days I turned my attention to the last remains of the shack that was once someone’s home a hundred years ago.  My brother, nephew and I dismantled and salvaged a great deal of the lumber from the building nine (!) years ago before I was so rudely accosted by a wheelbarrow and the whole project was interrupted.  By the time I had recovered fully from my broken hip it was late winter and the inspiration to finish the task had passed.

Flash forward to now.

As I was wrestling the bush hog around the site recently, I thought the time had come to finally clean up the mess.  I had hoped that there might be some last vestiges to salvage, even if for nothing other than firewood, but that was not the case for 99% of the detritus.  It just all needed to be piled in the truck and hauled to the burn pit at the dump.

Three heaping truckloads later all that was left were two large timbers.  These were the only elements worth salvaging, and even then it was just for firewood.  It’s a real shame, as they were still bearing the axe marks of the men who made this home probably around 1900 or so.