A beautiful breath-whisp of silent vapor rises above the winter pond before a sun shone into the canyon and before crews arrived to demolish a piece-of-shit double-wide.
OK. Now for the not-so-pretty stuff. The local waste management company delivers a 40-yard dumpster. We thought we might need more than two (at about $700 a pop), but it turned out we got away with just one. But that meant we had to separate by hand metal to be salvaged, wood to be burned, wood to be re-used, and all that other stuff a family accumulates over a lifetime and then gets ruined in a June 2007 flood--to be hauled away in this one sky blue cannister.
Ryan here is running the Bobcat, tearing his way through a clothes closet full of mud-flooded underwear.
Here's the second half of the double-wide after its mate had been demolished.
One of us got a bit tired serving up wonderful platefuls of BBQ ribs and beans and a dozen other delights.
And some of us cleared brush while the big machines stirred up dust.
Burn baby, burn.
Hauling away scrap metal in three trailer-loads, earning us about $800 or so.
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