Dead Car

That must have been some kind of joy ride.
Dead Car
The car, red iron crust flaking away at the edges and around the bullet holes that littered the metal frame, lay half buried in a mound of rusty earth and entangled sagebrush.
Shootin' the Door
The trunk had long-since eroded away, leaving the gaping mouth of the car and its innards beyond laying slack.
Dead Car!
Abandoned. Lost. Forgotten.
Dead Car!
How it got almost half a mile from the road, up a narrow, slick rock canyon several miles outside of Lander, Wyoming, we had no idea.
Jumping Off Cars
Of course, we couldn’t resist the temptation of rusty metal injuries and tetanus…
And on Down the Road...
… before moving on down the trail.

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