Naramata Lakeside Guesthouse
The next day two nice young men from 1-800-GOT-JUNK drove up in their truck. It was looking promising. However, a phone call to their boss confirmed the previous owner had arranged to pay for 1/4 of a truck load. The boys estimated our heap was at least a full truck. Unfortunately, they could not take the junk away until they received the okay from the previous owner, old gal #1. She was on her way to Alberta and didn't own a cell phone. Not good. The boys told us this happens all the time, and they just finished working on a home removing 10 loads of garbage.
Photos of the pile were taken to prove this mess belonged to the previous owner, not us. These photos were sent to old gal #1's daughter to see if she would agree to pay for a full truck. We told the boys if she didn't pay we would, and asked them to please come back tomorrow. (Another sleepless night worrying if we would get stuck with the bill).
The next day, we were so happy to see the boys come back with an empty truck. As they worked through the pile,
they realized there was more than their truck could hold. They kindly offered to just leave us the recycling materials which we could return to the recycling depot at no charge. They were great.
Next stop was the recycling depot in town. We walked in and were hit by a barrage of noise of locals sorting out bags of bottles, cardboard, and metal. We were obvious newbies. A young man waved us to the back and handed us a cart. We loaded up the cart with broken down electronics: 4 toasters, mixers, electric frying pans, kettles, food processor, lamps, and more. Even he was surprised at our heap of goods. Only three items remained, so off to the dump we went.
The road to the dump winds up the hill with a spectacular view of the lake. Luckily, we had five minutes before they closed. We said, "No problem." Again, they recognized us as rookies. Away we drove into the dump looking for the sign indicating household items. We kept driving uphill on a bumpy road, unable to find the sign. Suddenly we realized we were at the top of the dump heap. It was only us and large machinery. I was afraid the road was going to drop off. We maneuvered a quick turn around and headed downward. I instructed Rick to stop the truck and pull over. I chucked the items anywhere, hoping we weren't being observed on camera. "Start the car!" I exclaimed and we sped out of the dump. The man was waiting to lock the gate. We gave him a friendly wave goodbye, feeling like comrades. We laughed and drove into town for a bite to eat. It was a good day. Our friends said only WE could get lost in a dump!
Oh, and old gal #1 paid for the truck load of junk! What I've learned from this experience is that worrying is lost energy. Things usually have a way of sorting themselves out.