Not wanting to hi-jack the Mysterious 2001-like monolith thread, I’d like to share my story about how sometimes odd things end up in the wilderness. This story takes place on and around what is now the Agra Fria National Monument before it had a name.
Around 30 years ago, I was driving my '65 Chevy pick-up home from work when I saw that someone had put an entire hung door still on the frame out as trash. Who could possibly drive away and leave that prize? Not me, that was for sure. I loaded it up in the back of the truck and proudly took it home. Then realized that we had absolutely no use for a door, and it was one of those fancy carved ones that wouldn’t even make a good work bench.
Its possible that there was some recreational marijuana use involved, but a plan emerged and it was totally awesome, dude!
We nailed 2/4’s to the frame to give it legs, painted all of the wood white and took it out to BLM land, way out in the middle of miles and miles of empty state land, found a spot where the road curved so someone would drive around the corner and see it, (bad description I know, I wanted people to be surprised when they saw it) and used post hole concrete to plant it inline with the wind.
Way cool, man. We smoked a joint, drank a beer and went home and did other things.
A month or so later, I thought about the door and figured I should go out and clean up the mess because I was sure it had been shot up and/or kicked down.
I was SO wrong. I could tell that people had been there by the tracks in the sand. Also because someone had placed rocks to make a “sidewalk” from the dirt trail to the door. The door was always respectfully closed, nobody ever shot it and in time rocks marked the outline of a small home.
The federal government didn’t seem to like it as much as the visitors, I went out to repaint a few months after the land became a national resource and the door was gone, all the rocks were scattered and the post holes had been filled.
