When Cliff read the previous entry, he remembered some things I had forgotten: The wood for the frame of the barn came out of a 24' by 24' garage that Cliff tore down with the help of an alcoholic co-worker of his (not in any of the pictures below); to repay him for the help, Cliff overhauled the engine of an old '49 or '50 Chevy pickup.Because the garage Cliff tore down was 24' by 24', that determined the floor space of the barn. We bought the poles from the local electric company; at that time they sold used poles for fifty cents a foot (Cliff says that was a lot of money for us to have to pay at the time).Cliff's boss's son, Tom, isn't in any of those pictures, but he built the whole front of the barn, including the letter "W" that stands for our last name.
When I was in the garden today, at one point I heard Cliff talking to a neighbor boy and looked up to see them on top of our barn; I think the boy was there simply for conversation, I'm not sure. The roof on the middle part of the barn was getting pretty rusty, so Cliff went up there with a bucket of stuff with which to coat it.
He said this was the hardest he's worked in a long, long time. I took him a glass of water, and he mentioned that the view atop the barn was fantastic. So I handed him my camera and told him to click away.
He took a picture of Bonnie and Secret.
And several of our home sweet home. How do you like our new shingles?
This one shows our garage.
And here's one you can click on to make larger, so you can appreciate our big back yard (and see some of the neighbor's junk). Where the trees start, that's where the deep canyons lie. Look carefully and you'll see the roof of my cabin.
