Pick-up Day!
The journey truly begins! Knowing the degree of physical labor that would be required to actually get our new beauty capable of rolling down the road, I opted to take my son (who just happened to be home for Christmas) to go with me. The trip to Breckenridge was, once again, long but doable and we had some good conversation along the way.
I had picked up 4 new tires the day before. I did not feel comfortable trusting this investment to 40 year-old tires.
Upon arrival, we began the fight to mount new tires on old trailer. Rusted lugs and even more rusted lug nuts anyone? The fight was real, but we were victorious (sort of). We managed to nestle four new tires under our prize and secure (most of) the lug nuts.
We then took a quick run into “downtown” Breckenridge to get a one-way permit for the trailer. Fortunately we made it to the license office right before closing time. With permit in hand, we stopped by a hardware store to pick up some shiny new lug nuts, a hitch pin, and some painter’s tape to attach the permit to the back window of the trailer and we were in business.
Back to the trailer and we were rolling. To make a long story slightly less long, we got her safely to her renovation resting place (a.k.a. my brother’s house).
Now to clean, clear, vacate, and vanquish the vile remnants of a life left behind. We have removed all of the old trash, clothes, miscellaneous pieces and parts of other non-related places that found their way into her belly for later consideration but found no reprieve or alternate use to call their own.
Clothes that are crusty with age, riddled with holes from who-knows-what misfortune. Tables, sofas, and other broken pieces of what was once someone’s favorite night stand or dresser. Dry wall, old shoes, mismatched plastic and ceramic dishes. Dollar store pots and pans. The list goes on… but those items do not! Trash bag after trash bag of refuse (and miscellaneous critter skeletons) are now gone. Thank goodness for filtered masks and gloves…
It was truly a comedy of filth. I had to remove a huge pile of junk just to get in the front door. There is no handle on the rear door (inside or outside) so that option was out as an entry point.
The more we dug, the more we found. It was like the junk was multiplying as fast as we could remove it. Not really… but it felt that way.
I may not have mentioned this previously but we are working under time constraints, both for the renovation, and for the total project. Our renovation timeline is restricted to Saturdays (as a couple) and Sundays (solo) due to our conflicting work schedules at present. Also, we have a hard target date for “completion” (a term yet to be defined) of August 1 of this year. Can you say aggressive (and moderately insane)? More to come soon…