Aircraft Boneyard

Rows and rows and rows. Perfect for wandering ghosts. Rusting wings. Flightless and lifeless under the heat of the Arizona sun. It is as if they wait for a hurricane to wash all the memories away. Anything to escape the brutal pounding of burning waves. Row, row, row your boat. Down a river of sand and dust. Or is the boat really a piece of scrap metal and cactus needles? Is your oar made out of foraged human bone? For now and forever they have no purpose. Their engines frozen. Headstones woven. Wings bent and broken. Left, forgotten. Alone and rotten. This is the aircraft boneyard.

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You can find the Airplane Graveyard on Google Maps