While we were lollygagging around northern New Mexico, we were destined for a hard left into the land of disaster and eventually renovation. The four-story tall hickory tree in our backyard had a split during a violent thunderstorm and dropped half of itself on our house. Three days into our vacarion, we were happily driving along the Enchanted Circle Circle Byway when we got the call from friend Bill Metz.
We took the news well incredibly well – no crying, no panic. I knew the man to call – Lorenzo Jones – to have the tree removed and tarps placed over the roof. The rest, we decided, would have to wait until we got home.
When we arrived home a week later, the house reeked of sour wet carpet and padding. Rain water had gushed through the five holes in the roof, soaking the back halfof the second floor and seeped into the ceiling on the first floor. Three attic beams were broken in half.