Junque Mountain

I can't escape it.  Everywhere I go there's junque!

In my mind, there's a difference between plain "junk" and good "junque".  Junk is stuff that's one step away from going in the trash.  But Junque...it has character and charm, and maybe even value.

On a recent trip to our fishing cabin on the Old Colorado River, I took some time to gaze at an amazing collection of desert finds our neighbor has gathered over the years.

He's searched in and around many of the old mining sites 

in the foothills to find reminders of days gone by, 

then hauled his booty back home in his jeep, 

and added it to the hill that stands behind our houses.

Some of it is placed artistically

While other pieces seem to be thrown down.

Either way, it makes for fascinating entertainment 

in a place where there's nothing to do but fish or read.

Wouldn't you love to know why this giant plastic tusk was abandoned in the desert?

Hubby speculates it was from an old movie set.  One with a large plastic elephant.  

Doesn't ring a bell.

Who needed a paper cutter out there?

Some things add up.

Other's don't.

I wonder if the cars are buried in the sand somewhere out there?

 Most of the tools are HUGE.

I called Pizza Man over to check out the size of this horseshoe.  

It was GIANT, and must have come from a Clydesdale or Percheron.

Hubby was busy moving dirt to fill in a gully that was created during a flash flood.

I'll leave you to look at some more of this good junque.  

I'm off to address the junque mountain in my garage.

I'm Counting My Blessings

xo Susy