No good deed goes unvandalized.
Remember back in 2018, when HOS (Hick's Oldest Son) was living out here, and built a bus-waiting shack for some kids who lived about 1.5 miles up the gravel road from the bus stop? Used his own materials and paint. Nothing fancy. But a place for those kids to sit in and wait for the bus, out of the wind and rain and snow. Their parents left for work before they even started the walk to the bus stop.
That family has since moved. The kids here now are either driving age, or little tykes whose parents sit in the car and wait with them. So nobody has use for the Bus Shack. Then somebody shot out the end window, and Hick boarded it up.
Hick also put on a door, with a padlock, but then somebody bashed that off and left the door hanging.
Of course ne'er-do-wells have to find someplace to never do well. Over the past few months, somebody has broken off the door of the Bus Shack. And pretty much kicked the Not-Heaven out of it, one wall at a time.
Sunday, I found THIS:
Hick had said, after the destruction escalated, that when he has his tractor back home, he was going to pick up that Bus Shack and bring it up to our place and do something with it. But mainly just get it off the side of the road, where it was a plaything for somebody's idle feet. Unfortunately, Hick is still using his tractor over at Pony House, to smooth gravel and move wood.
By now, Hick's best option might be to shove the Bus Shack out into the creek, set it on fire, and let it burn down to the water line. The creek is only a few inches deep. Then when the next big rain comes, it will wash the remains on down the creek, and out into the river. Way bigger tree trunks than those little planks have gone over the other low-water bridge.
I have my suspicions about who is doing this damage. I don't think it's somebody who's driving out from town on a regular basis for this destruction. I suspect it's somebody who lives up here, and has done a couple devious things in the past. Which is probably why the squeaky wheels out here who complain about the roads have not uttered one word about his eyesore down by the creek.
Sometimes NOT saying something says a lot.