This is my workshop when it was first built in the fall of 2006. You can see the blue tarp on the deck, and Derek is on a ladder, working up in the rafters. Beautiful views out the windows made it such a pleasure to work in. If you look closely at the roof, you’ll see the rooster weathervane.
Today it looks like this:
The fire was last Wednesday, Dec. 5. Derek noticed an odd black cloud hovering over our workshop about 9 am. When he looked on the first floor (his wood working shop, he realized it was smoke, but there was nothing in there. So he ran up the hill to the second floor (LickHaven Pottery, my workshop) opened the door and was blasted with heat and saw flames. He closed the door and ran down the hill to the house, shouting to me to “Call 911! The pot shop is on fire.” It seemed to take forever for the 911 operator to pick up, and then she had many, many questions, but probably was only a minute or so before she said the firemen were on the way. They were afraid to take the bigger truck across the bridge that leads to our driveway, so they came up in the smaller one. They almost had the fire out when they ran out of water and had to call for a second truck. It probably only took 20 minutes or so for the second truck to come and for them to get a hose down to the pond, but it that time, the fire regathered its resources and was roaring out through the roof with flames that must have been 15 feet high. I regret that I didn’t remember I had a camera until it was almost out. It was an awesome and terrifying sight. I was afraid we would lose our house as well, as it is only about 50 feet from the workshop. By 11:30, the firemen had quelled the flames and sprayed some kind of foam over everything. Before they left, they told us to call them if it began to burn again. They did have to come back, but it was easily put out.