Signs of Rot – Southern Pines, NC
It started innocently enough as it usually does. It was a fine day, a bit rainy, and I decided that I should introduce Woody, Maggie, Jack and Bill to my new wagon.
The (soon to be) last supper (Southern Pines, NC)
I scattered some buckets out, doled feed into each and my mounts dug in. In the idle moments I looked closer at my wagon.
“Funny” I thought to myself, “that corner looks wet.” When I stepped closer it was indeed damp. Rotten damp.
“Geez, that left corner looks dodgy.”
Spurred by idle time, I grabbed a hammer and pried loose a few boards for a closer look. Then a few more…
“No, still don’t see the leak. Let’s take a little more.”
Signs of trouble (Note the yellow Sawsall on the floor. That’s never a good sign…)
And yes, before I knew it, my home on wheels was gone.
“Now what?” I thought as I gathered up my feed buckets and put the mules away.