Standing
A walnut grows for eighty years, recording every season in its grain.
Fallen
A storm, a road crew, a forgotten lot. Most of these trees become firewood.
Rescued
We find the ones worth saving — the quilted grain, the wild live edges, the character.
Heirloom
Months later it anchors a home or a boardroom, ready for its next hundred years.
It started with a downed tree across a mountain road in Breckenridge — cut to length right there in the street, hauled out on a snow sled, and turned into a fireplace mantle. Thirty-three years of carpentry and general contracting later, that instinct became Second Chance Slabs.
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