For the longest time, our project was about the house. It actually became a little irritating…Awe, you couldn’t save the house…I though you would restore it. This should clear it all up. Unless you were a billionaire there was no restoring that house. The last heirs gutted out fireplaces, fixtures, windows, and the stairway and sold them. It was then left to rot and decay for decades. Trees had grown into it, decades of weather had taken its toll, and hundreds of mice, rats, and misc. wildlife had ruined much of what was left.
With that being said, there was some value to what remained. More sentimental than monetary. We saved what we could and what we thought we should. Blowing the whole thing up would have been much easier. Instead, we painstakingly put our hands on every piece. We recycled metal, and sorted pieces down to a half inch.
It was one of the most gorgeous houses for miles. Nearly, 200 years later, it was rotten and ready to fall in on itself.
The Story About the Red Tail Ranch 