Still Sitting Alone

I "discovered" this old Ford pickup 5 years ago by accident.  It's more than 25 miles from my home, but when I cross the mountains, I often take the dead end road just to visit--and photograph it again. In the summer, the grass grows all around it and I have to trek through scratchy weeds. Only once have I been able to find it when there was snow; its location is on the "milder" side of the mountain, so snow there doesn't last very long.  (The "snow" version is here.)