Back in November, when setting up hunting stands, we came across the remains of an Old Car. That's my youngest son taking a closer look. As it turns out, this is not the only one.
I fear ownership is going to be impossible to trace. In the 19th century this part of the world was mostly unoccupied public land which was bought up and clear cut by lumber companies. It was then sold off to unsuspecting folks who tried without success in the early 20th century to start farms on land suited only for growing pine trees.
The farmers, well the smart ones got out early, the stubborn ones were mostly wiped out by the Great Depression, and much of the land reverted to public ownership. So this story will have an uncertain conclusion. Did these people cannibalize several vehicles for parts in order to have one solid enough to make it over the Rockies in the great Dust Bowl migration to California? And how did they fare?
Next time we'll visit other spots in this Lost Jalopy Graveyard and learn what we can.
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