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The Iron That Helped Build America - Part 1

About a mile north of Emerald City on Route 67 is a boneyard of old heavy iron machinery.  It is at the location of a junkyard that at one time when we were kids probably occupied maybe a couple hundred acres of old cars.  It was haunting back then - thousands of junk Packards, Dodges and Chevy's and, who knows, maybe even some Lincolns, Caddies and few trucks sprinkled in for good measure.  At some point they stopped allowing folks to go in and look for parts - the looming shadow of litigation, no doubt.  

Then the EPA got involved and shut down hundreds of old cool junkyards across the country.  I used to subscribe to Cars & Parts magazine that featured a different boneyard each month.  Here, all the cars are gone but for some reason they kept some old road graders, bulldozers and other equipment, and turned it into a drive-thru museum of sorts.  Some of it is over a hundred years old and on some they have signs giving information.  There are one-of-a-kind items here and why they are rotting in the elements instead of being restored is a question.  

















This one of my lazy posts.  I wasn't motivated to get any particular information on these old relics - didn't really care what brand or company since I wasn't really into whatever these things did.  Actually for me the true beauty of these things is how they look now: the patina of age.  The evolution of machine. 

Time has been good to these heavy laboring tools.  They may no longer grade roads, move hills or plow fields, but they are still here while most of their contemporaries have long since vanished.  And here to see new sunsets everyday.  More than likely they will be here after I have seen my last. 

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  1. Oh the things we built to build America. Where did we go off the rails? Great pictures.

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