One of my favorite things about living in the desert is the abundance of treasure. As dry as it is here, nothing ever rots or gets overgrown and while people and creatures come and go from this landscape, the things they leave behind last forever.
Yesterday, my neighbor Sara and I took a long walk into new territory and were rewarded with this relic: a bright red classic car overturned in the bottom of an arroyo. How such a classy ride made it this far out here, I have no idea, but it is definitely here to stay.
Update: I posted a photo of the Red Wreck on http://www.classiccar.com asking if anybody could identify the make and model of the car and got this response: my guess is a 60 to 63 Chevy Corvair. As for how it got at least ten miles from the closest paved road and then ended up in the bottom of an arroyo, we might never know. But I’ll keep asking around!