Some shots of what I do. I have some more exploration stuff but we can get to that later. Every Tuesday I select one of the more neglected nags from the stables and get her running again. Last week it was the 1956 Chevy fire truck this week it was the Ford Grain truck of similar vintage. Popped a battery in her, a little gas down the carburetor and off she went. Not surprising since I put a 12V battery in a 6V truck. Oops. Smoked the break lights the moment I stepped on them, same with the turn signals. I hope this was the extent of it since I was careful not to touch anything else electrical. I took her on the morning trash run (2 1/2 ton truck with 2 sacks of trash in the back) and opened her up some. It had been sitting so long all the tires had flat spots, bang bang bang, down the road we went. After that I proclaimed it "tree pruning day" and set about filling the truck with branches. This is a shot of it full of dead sage brush:
Filled it three times in all between Nevada and Virginia city. This is looking back away from where we dump it, not an interesting shot but one most visitors don't get to see. The tracks and building in the distance make up the Nevada city train barn.
This last picture sort of sums up what we have been doing, mowing. This is, as far as I know, the last field of grass we needed to get to. If you look closely you can see the lawn mower in the grass. No trickery here, the mower isn't in a hole and I am not crouching down. In case you are curious about scale that is a 25 horse mower that cuts a 5 foot swath of grass. Quite a beast but a blast to drive.
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