International.

Yep, an old International truck, now relegated to the Back Forty, but still likely to start if one puts their shoulder to the task.  The year I don’t know, but it’s waiting patiently in a nearby field, up to its axles in the offerings of years:

Fogs were rolling by as I set up to shoot this mobile matriarch, but cleared just before I took the photo.

Behind it is Schmit’s Farm, roadside purveyors of the finest corn you’ll ever sink an ecstatic tooth into.