|our barn isn't going to look|
like this much longer
With the necessary fire permit in hand, things were about to heat up. Brad was like a kid in a candy store. He has always been a bit of a redneck pyro maniac. Not the crazy unsafe kind. We quickly figured out the pile wasn't going anywhere fast. It would have to be reduced, one burn day at a time...
|there is a fire in there somewhere|
Brad shifted the brush pile around for days. Moving stumps on, moving stumps off, dumping snow here, dumping snow there. Every move was based on what the fire was doing, and when he could be there. Brad reassured me (like 100 times) the fire was safely contained at all times.
The first day, when the fire was at it's peak, was a looong day...
|finally some decent flames|
|barn foundation is behind the fire (on right)|
|restarting the fire with a blow torch|
|guess he's not much for rubbing sticks together|
|thankfully our house of hay didn't catch on fire|
|a welcome sight|
After the flames died down, Brad started messing with the fire again. I was afraid he was going to catch the bobcat on fire!
I thought he was completely nuts for getting so close!! Just look at what he was doing...
I know I am totally weird, but I was in awe with the "fire eating grappler"!! It was sooo cool the way the smoke was backlit, and swirling! The light patterns were constantly changing, now I was like a kid in a candy store!! It was a night to remember...
To this day, the fire continues smoldering off/on with a little help...
|eight days later, the pile is almost gone|
My camera & truck smelled like smoke for days, but it was worth it. Now, we are ready. Let the barn building begin.