|The Entrance to the Hole|
|Is that a chair?|
So today, I got to spend 3 hours in hell hauling her junk out of there. Like most caves, it was basically 100% humidity, and a chilly 60° F. Being a safety conscious caver, I was wearing long pants, a long sleeve shirt, steel toed boots, leather gloves, a headlamp, and eye protection. My goggles were continuously fogging. I started off wearing a dust mask but it made the fogging worse.
What was down there? A pile of crap.
|...old building material, plus...|
|...more boxes plus...|
- tons of leftover hardwood flooring and wood siding
- about 50' of various sizes of plastic piping up to 6" in diameter
- old toys
- floor tile and wall tile that matches nothing in the house
- a typewriter, probably 30 years old
- the box for an old Mac computer, and knowing Macs the way I do, it was at least 15 years old
- a lot of mouldy cardboard boxes
- piles of leftover construction material, including a disintegrating box of 12" bolts, a seized 20 lb bag of portland cement, and literally a pile of nails
- an old film editing machine
- a slide projector and a set of photographic lights with an English 220V plug
- a toaster with an English 220V plug
- a bunch of old military junk, such as a canteen, a web belt and a canvas bag
- tent poles and stakes
- 3 spindles for our stair rail, still wrapped in plastic (which appear to be the only things we will keep)
|The pile of wood, plus...|
|...pipes and boxes.|
Ah, the joys of buying houses.