When I first discovered this truck, it was a cold February day. The trees were bare and there he was in plain sight. Of course it was only plain sight, because the trees were bare. I had walked this trail many of times and this was the first time I had seen him. Being me, I was fascinated. I love old and abandoned (as established in another post). I was also intrigued by his condition. It was obvious that the park had been established around him so I couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten there in the first place.
I’ve made up many of stories. All of course with a happy ending. A man driving home on a snowy night, hits a curve and goes sliding off into the woods. He survives of course. From the condition of the truck and as old as it is, I have my doubts that the ending is near as satisfactory. Especially, considering the car clearly crashed into the tree on the driver side. I like being optimistic, though. I refuse to believe that the fate of the driver was anything other than living at least another 20 something years.
Unfortunately, the truck…not as fortunate. Upon time and my original discovery, others have also found that old truck sitting amongst the trees. It is clear that time has taken its time, but it is also clear that people do a little bit more than just look at him.
The older he gets, the more fragile he becomes. It happens, I know. There is no stopping time (nor people). Still, even though time is catching up with him, I still find myself fascinated and stop by his resting site. I know he’ll still be attached to that tree long after I move away, but over time….only remnants will remain. Montana Rose Photography