Derelict Sunday

This old, early 50's John thinks, GMC and his two buddies sit near the spot where we access the Multnomah Channel for water blips. The truck still has a load of roof bricks in the back, but it will not be delivering anything anytime soon.
The extra is a bad far away shot of a coyote making his way across the fields. We hear them almost every night, howling and yipping, waking us up.