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found on road dead : fucker only runs downhill : fix or repair daily
FORD: a foto journal of top selling fords in calzoncillos, 1940’s ish
there are many old rust buckets en calzoncillos. the one in the foto above is by el río calzoncillos (aka, the cars on river, or “the underpants river”) at about 4800 feet in elevation. the long summers, and, until 2000, longer winters are, brutal on metal.
the truck featured below is stuck in the ravine on silver saddle hill. “dead truck” path.
we hike there often. it’s great that a local rancher has opened up his land to hikers, bike riders instead of californicators with clusterfuck housing permits.
once, heading up the hill, we came upon a young guy sitting at the side of the path, taking in the view. it’s a steady, fairly steep climb and when the ground’s still wet the north face is a bit slippy.
he asked me how much farther the path goes.
“it goes on forever,” i answered. no, i dint. i told him, he’s about ten minutes from THE ‘dead truck’ and a third of the way to the water tower on the other side.
he was a travelling nurse working at carson tahoe hospital. this was in 2020, before the vaccines, so he was a shit load of busy and taking some time to…
