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Scott, the fellow who provided the list of POIs that straightened me out
on Rancho Deluxe Z Garden and a few other things, lives near Colo and we
have been planning a meetup ever since I decided this trip was a go. We
finally settled on breakfast and Scott was there sipping coffee when I
walked in. That's Scott on the left and Sandy, who runs both the cafe and
the motel, on the right. Besides serving up good food and providing a cool
place to sleep, Sandy knows a bunch about both highways that pass by her
doors. Feel free to ask advice or swap stories. Scott and I had a great
chat as we ate but I came out way ahead. He bought my breakfast, gave me a
new hat, and answered a question with a marvelous story. Read on.
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When I posted a picture of Bemidji's Paul Bunyan on Facebook, Pat Bremer,
a friend from Indianapolis, responded with a picture of a nearby Jefferson
Highway banded pole. Pat has spent some time in the area over the years
and snapped the photo in 2016. Pat figured I had seen it but I had not.
The short loop it is on was not part of my path. Because of that, I
thought its existence might be unknown to the Jefferson Highway
Association folk who track such things and told Pat that I'd share the
news. That's not exactly what happened.
I mentioned the pole to Scott and asked if he knew who might have painted
it. It took a second but there was a mental click and a smile. Back in
July of 2012, he was in the area doing some planning for the 2014 JHA
conference to be held in Park Rapids. He was visiting a local who had
painted his own JH pole in front of his home. (I didn't see that one
either although I must have driven right by it.) Scott mentioned that he
had paint with him and Frank, the local, told him that a friend, who lived
on a fairly obscure original alignment, would love to have a pole painted.
A day or two later, Scott went to work. Things were going well until a
slip occurred while moving up or down the ladder with the bucket of blue
paint in hand. A little splashed on the pole, a little more on the grass
and ladder, and a lot on Scott. He managed to clean off enough with paper
towels to get into the motel to change clothes. And that's the story of
how Scott painted himself, while trimming a pole that Pat photographed,
but which I didn't even see.
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This is a Jefferson Highway trip, and I'm making a conscious effort to
avoid Lincoln Highway references but this guy is so cute, and he's just
an address marker. The address he marks is in the town of Nevada, Iowa,
where the Jefferson leaves the Lincoln and heads south past the 1877
Ringheim Building and 1925 Story Hotel. Note the Masonic Lodge signs on
the upper floor of the Ringheim Building. The hotel was built to take
advantage of the new long distance highways.
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In Des Moines, the JH goes right past the Iowa capitol and heads toward
downtown but turns before it gets there.
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A few miles south of Des Moines, this station built by Ross Hastie in
1933, had a rather short "career". It closed in 1943 and has
been idle ever since. Although it resembles Phillips 66 stations of the
period, it was built and operated as a Standard Oil station.
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The National Balloon Museum is in Indianola, Iowa, largely
because Indianola hosted the first eighteen National Hot Air Balloon
Championships. After that, the event began moving around the country.
Plates on the wall commemorate those initial eighteen championships. The
museum was not yet officially open for the day but a tour was in progress
and Becky, the museum's curator, let me slip in. I hadn't really thought
about it before but I quickly realized that housing a lot of hot air
balloons is not realistic but housing a lot of gondolas/baskets is. Even
the tube in the next to last picture is a gondola of sorts. It's the
cannon from which a young Florence Allen would be "shot" to fall
through a cloud of smoke then descend to earth by parachute. Florence
performed the stunt through the 1940s beginning when she was 17. The last
picture is the other side of the circular window seen in the first
picture.
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I arrived at the Evergreen Inn too early to check in so I took a
picture. I would eventually occupy the room
behind the door at the left edge of the picture. The motel has a somewhat
unusual check-in time of 4:00 and that's when the office opens. I hadn't
been paying attention. I took the last two pictures just before bedtime.
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