After John hauled out the entire hoard on the main level of the house and the upstairs bedrooms, he moved downstairs where there are two rooms along with an entrance to the one-car garage, the entrance to the bunker (I’ll call this the ground level) and another set of stairs leading down to the basement. Since it’s a split-level, there are three levels plus the basement. For a small foot print, there’s actually quite a bit of room in the house, especially for two people.
Due to the massive amount of stacked boxes, we did not know the layout of the ground floor. It was like a narrow tunnel and the tunnel walls were boxes. All windows were blocked and it was dark. There were a couple of ceiling light bulbs with pull chains in order to find one’s way through the maze.
Below is a photo of the house. The lower windows to the left of the front door is the floor that I’m trying to describe.
If you took a left in the tunnel, the path lead to the basement stairs. Walking straight ahead, the path lead to the garage door, and going right lead to the bunker door (the original back door leading outside).
In order to take a photo of the ground floor, bunker and basement, I would have needed a serious wide angle lens and very good lighting. Our faces were smack up against boxes with just enough space to pass through the tunnel with our arms skimming the wall of boxes on both sides.
I could only begin taking photos after John started clawing through his next “dig”–the bunker.
When I took this photo of the inside of the bunker 75% of everything was already transported outside. Many heavy file cabinets were emptied into barrels and placed in the driveway. The 24ft block wall was lined with three shelves of perfectly lined-up milk crates. Neatly coiled cable wire was in each crate.
All of the metal cabinets in this photo were removed from the bunker.
This sort of reminded me of the Dewey Decimal System.
Everything was pulled out in stages so that Bill could go through everything.
In addition to the two shelves of chemicals, more bottles were uncovered in the bunker. As John emptied the file cabinets, he stocked the drawers with the chemicals to haul them out. There was a county “Chemical Drop-off” day. He drove a full pick-up truck to the drop-off and they would not take any of it. The man gave him a business card of someone who would take everything for a hefty “fee.”
In the bunker, John pulled out a file cabinet drawer filled with UNOPENED mail postmarked 1997. He asked Bill if he wanted to go through it. I said, “That is going too far. He’s not opening 18-year old mail that is beyond old news.” (That would have taken forever.) Bill said he didn’t want to look at any of it and it went to the paper recycling man.
One of the leaking bunker skylights.
Here is the bunker now completely empty. It was filled floor to ceiling with one very narrow path leading from the outside door to the wall fan. The moldy insulation has been removed and it is ready to be demolished.
When entering the bunker from outside, you have to take two steps down. The person who is drawing up the plans for the house suggested we turn it into a sunken, walled-in patio. Instead, we will fill it in with dirt, level it out and then put a patio in.