Opening up our view to the lake

Dynamite would have been sexier, to be sure. But bringing this old eyesore down the old fashioned way, through dis-assembly, is suiting us just fine. We're not sure when the hay barn was built, but it's been teetering on the edge of the embankment leading to the water since we moved in. Years of erosion have pushed the concrete footings on the lake-side of the structure out from under the wall. The giant slabs are in pieces halfway down the hill. A storm last spring sent several panels of the steel siding flying across the yard. What's more, a tree fell onto the far wall, causing further damage. The roof should be sitting on the snow by week's end and the whole structure will be an ugly memory by the equinox.