We bought this 12 foot long solid oak train bench at a garage sale. The woman said it came from the train depot in Como, Colorado, which is out in the middle of nowhere. She wanted it for the family room in her basement, but couldn't get it down the stairs.

We put it in the back of the truck, and I sat in the end seat to anchor it down, but it was so long, it was almost like a teeter-totter.



This picture was taken at our house on the south side of Denver.

The pieces of oak that make up the back and seat are seamless: they were cut from 12 foot long pieces of oak.



This is horrible, or not, but once we got it home, it was too long to do anything with, so Mr. Troutbend just sawed off one seat's worth from one end so it would fit in the eating area of our kitchen. And when we brought it up here to the mountains, it just fits along the wall of the front porch.

But it really doesn't serve much purpose. Nobody much sits on it, and it gathers dust and pollen out there on the porch, and I spend a lot of time cleaning it.

So it's for sale. Make me an offer.