In twenty four hours this will be gone. Gone. Up in a blaze.
Until several weeks ago it was the rented home of a friend. But like so many things in the Ozarks it was seeping back into the ground upon which it stood. It was melting back to its’ origins. Sagging floors, drafty windows, leaky faucets and the magical hold the Ozark weather has on aging structures was bringing this abode to the final days.
In the spirit of honor a planned burn will complete the task within a few hours and in a safe manor.
In the meantime salvage of usable parts and pieces, tubs, and tanks, windows and wainscoting are near done today. The roofers are the last team to dismantle, removing the shingles as they are toxic if burned.