|Photo: Kurt Womack |
(used without permission)
The Pink Car was, and remains, one of the most famous of this regions's landmarks, and has, since it was abandoned (and stolen later and returned) here some 70 years ago, become the namesake for the Pink Car Hill road which now runs past it.
As we have many times before, though not with the same frequency as when I was a boy roaming the Prescott NF, we found an old car on our walk in the woods today. A largely intact sky-blue late-50s vintage Buick-like thing, well-off to the side of the old road we were walking, flipped over on its top and riddled with bullet holes, as all old forest-wrecks must be.
I think I scared my daughter when I said, "I wonder if there's still a body behind the wheel." as we traipsed through the forest toward it. I apologized for saying this. And then I asked her if she thought the driver's ghost might still be in the area.
For this my wife's serious, reproachful glare and sternly whispered "John, she's eight," compelled me to apologize again.