On a morning walk, we were on a back road near the Seney National Wildlife Refuge in the U.P. of Michigan and passed one of those yards with lots of trash. This appeared to be one of the many failed farming efforts in the U.P., where agriculture must have been as difficult and frustrating an effort as anywhere on earth. I wonder how many lives came to a dismal end on these hardscrabble farms over the years? Most of the acres around this homestead were littered with collections of junk, camping trailers, huge old TV satellite dishes, trucks in various stages of disrepair and gutting, and then this: a fine old vintage automobile, as shiny and beautiful as could be.
Maybe it's not a junky yard after all; maybe it's a museum. Hmm
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