Today Bob and I took a random scoot out into the great beyond that is the Utah desert. We headed west on Hwy. 56 towards Newcastle with a vague notion to go swim in the reservior above town. We decided to alter our route just a bit and ended up, as is normal on these trips, in an exquisite junkyard of desert artifacts. A museum of specimens that would have otherwise vanished long ago without the preserving qualities of extremely low humidity. God bless the desert and the junk it preserves!
Raditor with buck
Our best find was a 1920's Bekins moving van that was mostly made of wood. It had been sitting in the same spot for so long that the wheels and axles had sunk more than two feet into the ground. It was a wonder to behold.
Bob drives for Bekins.
Closeup of wooden cab
Hwy. 56 heading west towards Nevada.
"Are you ready for the country? 'Cause it's time to go!"