Old pick-up truck found at Green’s Bluff Nature Preserve in Owen County
FREEMAN – Hey, Mike Conway: I located the old van you told me about. Later that same day, in fact, when I headed to Green’s Bluff Nature Preserve in Owen County. To hike the Raccoon Woods trail and to search.
Despite somewhat sketchy instructions, I finally found the pickup after venturing off-road several times, up and down steep ravines.
“Take the trail clockwise from the top. When you get to a creek bed, make sure to turn around and look behind you,” Conway said. “Missed it until I came to a fallen tree and had to backtrack to see where the trail went.”
He said the old truck “looks like it’s been washed down the ravine over time. It’s pushed against the fence that separates the reserve from private property. So the truck is technically on private property. , but you can stand right next to this.”
I do a lot of hiking, but this Nature Conservancy reserve was new to me. A wide, rocky creek bed runs roughly parallel to the trail. Every time I approached the edge of the creek, I would turn around as instructed.
So many times. Expecting to see a truck. Never see a truck. Eastern hemlock groves, yes. Cliffs and rock formations, yes. Blue skies, sunshine and fluffy clouds beyond the forest canopy? Yeah.
No truck. And since I was the only person on the 1,100-acre property that afternoon, there was no one to ask where she might be stuck forever.
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I continued hiking. I gave up locating what I called at that time “that fucking truck”, as in “Where’s that fucking truck?” (Sorry for the foul language.)
Instead, I focused on finding my way. Because when there are 2 inches of golden, red, brown and orange leaves covering the ground in the middle of a forest, the path can disappear between the markers.
I took a dozen panoramic photos of leaves cascading as the wind tore them from their branches. I lay down on the trail at one point for a different perspective.
Walking along the creek bed I came to a good sized fallen tree completely blocking the path. There was no way around and no way to climb or crawl under it, so I turned around to find another way.
It was there. That damn truck. Exactly where Conway had said it would be.
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I had a good laugh and walked across the creek to the rusty vehicle. It was just as Conway had described it; forever pushed against a fence. The bed became the base of a dam built by beavers. I took photos as best I could without climbing over the fence and onto private property.
I think it’s a 1966 Dodge D100 Sweptline, possibly a 1965, that would have been around $2,000 new.
Those pie headlight rims, the unique cab styling, the wide chrome strip down the side all point to the D100. There’s probably a straight-six engine under the hood. But I could be wrong about this truck; I am not an automotive expert.
A rough but functional 1965 Dodge D100 pickup in the same color as this one was a Hemmings find of the day in 2013. Really.
If I misidentified the truck stuck in the creek, readers will quickly clear me up, which I appreciate.
If there are wildlife cameras in Green’s Bluff, the footage from me this afternoon would be entertaining. What is she doing in the world?
Looking for a car. Like always.
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