Rhyolite is a ghost. And so is this truck. I found it parked near the husk of Rhyolite’s general store. It has not moved an inch in many years. Rhyolite, a gold mining town just west of Death Valley National Park, went bust itself in 1912, and has been rusting in the weeds ever since. This hulk of a car is an apt symbol for the place. It was designed to carry heavy loads, just as town’s miners endured backbreaking labor in the gold mines. Today, it stands as another broken remnant of this once booming place. I’ve abstracted it with light so that we don’t see details. We don’t see the windshield either. Only a gaping side window, half of its hood and an open door are visible. The rest is best left to the imagination.