About a month ago we met with some friends who are the descendants of a family who has had a family farm in Jefferson County Kansas for the past century. About 20 or 30 years ago they disassembled the barn after a storm blew through and damaged it beyond repair.
After stumbling around in the dark (note to self, take a flashlight on these excursions), I found some wood, haggled (nicely – they are friends after all) and loaded it up in the rusty dent of a truck I have and headed home.
At home I cut into one of the boards (note to self, take the DeWalt Battery powered saw next time!) and my heart leapt – solid, rough cut walnut. Another board (2×6) was oak.
We got so excited we went back a couple of weeks later and got more. I forgot the flashlight and saw and tape measure. Ridiculous.