Painting The Ranch House (continued)

After we screwed around with the tractor for a while, Chris and I went of to Black Rock Station. Metric, who had stopped by earlier in the day, had offered to give me some wood out of the massive Burning Man scrap woodpile that he and his work crew are going to incinerate in a few days. Frankly, the woodpile was a goldmine (to me anyhow) of much needed 4 by 4's. We loaded up the bed of the pickup truck with them then poked around the Station's soon-to-be-demolished boneyard, which was filled with many very, very strange things. My favorite was an old dirt-bike that some backyard Frankenstein had welded a "Bodeccia" style iron chariot onto the side of. He'd then welded a spotlight, a Mossberg pump-action shotgun, and a .22 rifle onto a series of pivots which the passenger could operate while standing. I figure it was for varment hunting at night. Unfortunately the thing is so smashed up and rusted that none of it is useable at this point.

Still, it gives a young gun-nut ideas.