I'm glad to hear others express that it is hard to leave Friendship Forest. I was beside myself with weirdness about that feeling as I was trying to leave.
I believe that it is a combination of how beautiful the place is out in the middle of nowhere, and the people that were there. I don't really know if I can place more emphasis on one more than the other.


1952 5-window - return to "as built" condition | 1950 3100 with a 235 and a T-5 transmission