Earlier this summer M & T and I found an old rusted-out car near Bull Creek. It was a Chevy Nova (no longer made) and it had prolly been there for many years. Because my twin cousins Rick and Jake, 8, love everything and all things car, I mentioned the find to them. Big mistake - or jackpot, whichever way you look at it. The endless questions and persistent insistences on taking them to see it continued until a few days ago I finally took them. Some of their amusing comments:

"Oh my god I see it!"
"Is this your car?"
"Is this my car?"
"The goat-man gave me this car."
"The guy who owned this car must have been a million years old ago."
"Here's a thousand dollars for this car."
"This car is forty to fifty years old."
"Where's the nition?"
"Here's the nition!"
"Are we going to drive it?"
"Jake! Get in the backseat!"
"So this is the car."
"Really fascinating."
"Why is this part blue?"
"Why is this part red?"
"This is the old famous rusty car!"

When I announced it was time to go I started walking back to the trail and looked back and without word to each other they had begun to collect parts they were planning to take home. It was amusing, indeed.