I take way too many photos. I do my best to keep them organized but every now and then, a few get lost in the fray. Last night, at the end of a very long writing day, I sat down to select a few images for the annual Smithsonian Magazine photo contest and stumbled across these long lost shots of an old Dodge truck.
Fitting that I stumbled across the photos, because I also stumbled across this truck. I had camped out the night before (for free!) on the edge of an endless field in the National Grasslands just north of Badlands National Park in South Dakota. In the morning, the dogs and I hiked down an old rutted road marked with a foot traffic only sign:
A mile or so down the road, we came over a small rise and discovered this treasure: an old Dodge truck, left to rot. I have no idea how long this truck has been sitting in this spot, but I’m sure it has been here longer than I have been alive. Bonus points to anybody who can identify the model and year!
If you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know how much I love old junked cars. Ecstatic, I circled the truck, photographing it from every angle. Then, as I was leaning far over the engine compartment, peering down into the rusted, twisted metal, I saw a slight movement, and a tuft of black and white fur. A SKUNK! Man, I’m lucky I didn’t get sprayed! What would the dogs have thought of me then?!
Dog-wise travel tip: Keep Skunk Off in your car at all times!