Ever since Grandma and Grandpa B died, Mom's been hoping and begging and asking and nagging Dad to burn down the old buildings on the Hill. No one has lived in the house since the late '60's early '70's and it has deteriorated and was actually a hazard. The bathroom was being held up by the vent pipe and the house wasn't even safe to walk into anymore.
It needed to be gone.
We happened to get rain last week, so Dad finally decided to burn the house down since fire danger was low. Even if we had 30 mph winds, it's so wet and humid right now that the grass wouldn't burn which means no danger of prairie fire.
Kev and I drove down early Saturday morning, arriving out at the hill at 8:30 a.m.
10 minutes later, the roof was fully engaged.