My dad's tulips survive (all that shellac!) |
Front Yard |
Comic relief moment: dog poop really does survive all! |
Mountain grass clumps |
The orange drip (upper right corner) is a taillight. |
School-style swings lie in the foreground. Wellhead and holes from burned timbers in center. Garage in background. |
Kitchen |
Wayne's statue's still stand below our place. |
3 floors leveled. |
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. Nature was in charge. |
Lots of good green still out there. |
Washer/dryer in back corner. Upstairs kitchen sink fell down to where you see it center-left |
Buried in rubble, digging for evidence of the kitties. It took a few more hours (days) of digging to realize nothing survived. |
From above the house, looking down the mountain side to the house... |
...and the garage. |
What we could salvage (from left to right): Uncle Charlie's terra cotta fish, Ella's pottery, Navajo vase. |
Antiques ceramic Christmas tree |
Too many complete china sets stored in the garage. Reminder not to collect dishes again! |
Grandma's electric tea pot |
Vern's Place mug |
This is the patio table from the upper deck, crashed and melted into the kids bicycles. |
The roof |
Warped wheelbarrow, deck beams, garden posts missing or not touching ground. |
Garage door |
This was a mystery for awhile. It is the artificial Christmas tree! |
Tool chest |
Handles burned off the tools. |
First sunrise back home |
See the scissors melded to the bed springs? |
??? Oh, it's the gas grill. |
The pile of bed frames. Or a metal dinosaur. |
Clearing 3 levels. |
Kitchen |
From a distance |
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