
We got our first look under the roof this weekend.

From the front door.

The kitchen.

My desk.

My office.
While I didn’t find what I had hoped, First Reader managed to find a couple of lockboxes in which she kept collector coins. Some coins survived; others did not.

We won’t be able to sift through a lot of the center area until the rest of the roof and the undercarriage are removed. Then I can get to the ashes without the metal tie-down straps and framing tripping me up. I got into the center and paid for it in strained muscles and new bruises.
There’s still a lot to do, and we continue to make progress, slow as it is. We’ll take our journey one step at a time, and before we realize it, we’ll be back on the mountain.