I used to drive out to Bastrop Texas for work every week or so. I did that for a couple of years. The drive out to Bastrop was really peaceful. Gave me about 45 minutes to clear my head and listen to some tunes. About half way out there I'd always see this old Dodge rusting away behind a big "Stay Outta Here!" sign.
So one year when we were camping in Bastrop State Park I decided to stop off and grab this picture. The only trouble was that sign. I pulled up to the property gate and looked up to the house which sat about 200 yards back. Not a person in sight and I was a little worried about hopping the fence and walking up to the door. For some reason I just had a feeling I'd get shot before I made it to the 50 yard line. I honked my horn a few times. Nothing. There were 3 or 4 cars and trucks up by the house, and most of them with all 4 wheels, so I kind of assumed someone was home. But no one ever came out. I stood there, leaning on their gate, for about 15 minutes contemplating how fast I could jump that fence with tripod and camera in tow and hot-foot it over to that truck, snatch a few quickies and then get back on safe ground and drive off. This weighed heavy on my mind because . . .
#1 - I could get shot
#2 - I could get arrested
#3 - I could get arrested and shot
Or worst of all
#4 - I could get arrested and shot and have the local sheriff pull up at my camp site and tell my wife I was arrested, shot and in county lock up. I was sure she'd leave me there.
But in the end I figured none of that would probably happen if I was just quick enough. Sure enough I snapped off a dozen or so and got back over the fence and on down the road. You'd of thought I stole a few chickens while I was there the way I tore out of there.
Anyway - It was all worth it. Now I have this beautiful old sun burned Dodge to look at and another tall tale to tell.
I'm not sure which I like better.