This rusted Ford truck collection on the side of the road just south of Crawfordville, Florida (Highway 319), is exactly the sort of thing that causes me to stop and spend some time exploring. THIS is what makes a road trip a road trip. Seeing those things you wouldn’t normally see if you, say, hopped on a plane and bypassed the drive itself. Unexpected and out of the way marvels.
Writer friends: need a writing prompt?
Talk about a short story waiting to be written… Apocalyptic farm lit or doomsday swamp tale?
I knew nothing about these Ford trucks when I stopped to take pictures, but I knew a collection like this had to involve a story. Or lots of stories. I’ve since learned these trucks were used on the Harvey Farm, first as working vehicles and later for parts. Pat Harvey lined them up in date order from early 1900s to mid-1970s. They’ve become a roadside stop for folks driving to the coast from Tallahassee.
Folks like me.
It’s a Ford truck graveyard of sorts, back off the road in the woods. Easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention.
The vandals have stopped by, too, praying for surf and all.
Beneath the rusted surface, I see so many lessons, lessons about nature claiming whatever is left idle, and maybe a deeper reminder that we all end up in the same place, worn out and gifted back to the soil.
I love to imagine the history behind these rusted Ford trucks. Maybe next time through, I can meet Pat Harvey and hear some of his tales. A man who showcases old trucks has lots of stories. This much I know.
In the meantime, may they rust in peace.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Luke Bryan, We Rode in Trucks