Six Penny Pond, besides being dry, has been a source of angst for its status as a rat- and skunk- infested junk pile. There have been several attempts to remedy this.
First, the men took a DYI approach. That was a little too exciting for everyone involved.
We've done a little picking up of small junk, but it doesn't really make a dent when there's an entire (burnt-out) mobile home to clean up. It gives a new meaning to the phrase "trailer trash."
James advertised on craigslist for scrappers. They came, they saw, they left... without the junk. Apparently, they couldn't be bothered with rusty barbed wire (not that I blame them, but, come'on, you're scrappers!).
James finally received another call. He directed the scrappers to the land, but they were unfamiliar with the area and plagued him all day with phone calls. "Where is it?"
James made arrangements to meet this scrappers and lead them to the land. Fifteen minutes after their agreed-upon meeting time, James was home. The scrapper had a heart attack. Good thing he did that BEFORE they drove all the way to the land!
Finally, today, James was able to lead them out. Two (we think) loads later, we still have plenty-o-junk, but not of interest to a scrapper.
At least progress is being made.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
First, the men took a DYI approach. That was a little too exciting for everyone involved.
We've done a little picking up of small junk, but it doesn't really make a dent when there's an entire (burnt-out) mobile home to clean up. It gives a new meaning to the phrase "trailer trash."
James advertised on craigslist for scrappers. They came, they saw, they left... without the junk. Apparently, they couldn't be bothered with rusty barbed wire (not that I blame them, but, come'on, you're scrappers!).
James finally received another call. He directed the scrappers to the land, but they were unfamiliar with the area and plagued him all day with phone calls. "Where is it?"
James made arrangements to meet this scrappers and lead them to the land. Fifteen minutes after their agreed-upon meeting time, James was home. The scrapper had a heart attack. Good thing he did that BEFORE they drove all the way to the land!
Finally, today, James was able to lead them out. Two (we think) loads later, we still have plenty-o-junk, but not of interest to a scrapper.
At least progress is being made.
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