This was the only gas station for better than 20 miles on old Highway 30, strategically located at the bottom of Coldwater hill between American Falls Idaho and Raft River. The interstate passed it by nearly 50 years ago. I've watched it decay for at least that long.
Wouldn't it be nice to see a picture of it when it was in its' prime with Model T's parked in front?
Nothing to see here, folks. Move along. You must have some retail shopping
to do, a Costco run, some vinyl siding to put up ? Pay no attention to the man
behind the curtain ! Where is your helmet and child safety seat ?
Is that sage I smell ?
Burger, very close. Today I rode the river channel just a few miles upstream from here with a few friends. With all the winter moisture, the smell of new growth on the sage was absolutely glorious !!
I love the smell of the desert after a rainfall, the sage and greasewood are very aromatic, Don.
When the interstate passes you by, reminds me of a great Johnny Cash song:
Sad but true though. Tells about a gas station along an old road before the building of the highway
Maryann Anderson wrote: "I love the line "once a big black Cadillac spent seven dollars there". When I was a child (in the 60's) MOST of the time when my dad would pull in a service station for gas all he would get was ONE dollar's worth. That would get about 5 gallons of gas which would last about a week."
When I was a child (in the early 50's) there was Mr. Stamers Mobil station on route 2 in Lexington, but it's long gone now.
Rich, since you live in the area, perhaps you might find an original photo of the station when it was still in operation?
Good thought Larry, I'll have to see what I can find.
Meanwhile, I "restored" it in this painting I did a few years back. The Pierce is a '31 with a LeBaron body. Now I wish I'd put a Model T in the scene !
What a wonderful painting. I hope the battery didn't run down on the Pierce Arrow while you painted it.
Thanks for posting it.
Thanks Rich. High praise indeed from you.
That Pierce must have a real good battery - lights are still bright after 15 years!
Pics like this always remind me of Twain's "Life on the Mississippi" when a jump on a bend in the river put whole towns inland over night and usually spelled their end. Normally it was nature at work but on occasion unscrupulous folks hired crews to dig out a channel or short cut to cause a jump and give their town the advantage of being on the river.