The Last Remnants.
The last of the Doc’s old garage tables, torn apart by the race team.
The last of the Doc’s old garage tables, torn apart by the race team.
Over forty dumpsters and counting since we bought this place.
Composting our kitchen scraps, and an OXO bin that finally does away with those flimsy compostable bags.
We finally made the burned-out VW across the road disappear, into a dumpster.
People who don’t live here keep driving up our private road to party, litter and crash.
No Dumping and Private Road signs go up along our road, a year after the neighborhood cleanup.
Our last major cleanup event: two more dumpsters of the previous owners’ debris, and a crew of four getting a lot done.
Someone dumped a dead cow on our road, with its ears cut off, and County Animal Control is involved.
Summer cleanup: digging out the buried asphalt, old mattresses and other garbage behind the stables.
Summer cleanup: collecting the old fence rails and debris the previous owners left in the south pasture.
Organizing the neighbors to clean up an illegal dump site along our road, after the county didn’t.
A neighbor’s dodgy animal pens are spilling onto our property, and getting anyone to deal with it is a saga.
People keep dumping their rubbish on our roads, including a mattress in a pasture and a mass of garbage blocking the road late at night.
Hauling away the random junk the previous owners left behind, including the old dead pool pump.
Spreading the giant piles of wood chips around the property, a few cubic feet at a time. Who needs a gym?
I clear out the pile of branches and logs the previous owners left to rot in the north pasture.
Tree Techs By the Bay clears the previous owners’ giant trash heap by the barn, leaving us a lifetime supply of wood chips and a mystery farm relic.
The grinders arrive to tackle the trash heap, and promptly get stuck in thick, heavy mud.
The Smith boys finish up the old dog kennel, and the dumpster is picked up.
Debris removal week: filling a dumpster with some of the decades of junk the previous owners left behind.
Pics that never made it into posts: the well tank replacement, the south pasture and old rodeo ring, and a neighbor whose tenants toss garbage over the fence.
Agent Smith and his dad take down the derelict little stable on the south side, all the way to the quasi-foundation in one day.
Exploring the six-stall pole barn: barn swallows, a screech owl, tack rooms full of random stuff and piles of bird poop over a foot high.
The structurally unsound old dog shelter comes down, a great opportunity to put Dino, the new tractor, to work.
The old playground goes away via Craigslist, and Bob, who has taken care of this land for about fifty years, mows the pastures.
The ugly deck the previous owners built over the septic tank is gone, thanks to three hard-working day workers, and the new septic permit is in.
Exploring the derelict horse barn: old bathtubs, random lumber, a chipper and plenty of leftover debris from the property’s horse farm days.
