Somewhere in there is what’s left of a small barn.
What a mess that was. It had been deserted a long time ago and nature took over, slowly deteriorating and breaking down what had been placed there. It had been so overgrown, even folks who had lived nearby didn’t know this barn existed. We fell in love with the rock walls and could see past the unsightliness.
Eventually, after clearing out most of the stuff from the barn, he called “I Got Junk” and they came and took it away. We were just too overwhelmed to do it ourselves.