Boat Disposal in Maple Grove, Minnesota

Two flat tires and a cracked hull cover told us everything before we even rang the doorbell. The Chaparral had gone through a divorce along with the rest of the property, and neither side wanted it once the paperwork settled. It sat by the garage through two winters, snow piling on the torn cover until the interior started rotting from the inside. The owner who kept the house just wanted it off the lot before spring listing photos went up. The trailer frame had rusted enough that one axle wouldn't turn freely, so we winched rather than towed, dragging it the last twenty feet onto our flatbed by cable. Fifteen minutes of extra work, nothing the crew hadn't handled before. She watched from the kitchen window, said it was the last piece of that chapter finally gone.