Having sojourned five years in St. Louis, I am aware of the great age of car and road culture. It’s celebrated further in Alton Brown’s series “Feasting on Asphalt”. The oddities of America used to set right on the side of the road, a haven of rest and nourishment that drew folks in via large, bright signs or odd architecture. Witness Ted Drewes in St. Louis living on America’s Road. But this sight wasn’t on America’s Road – Route 66. It was on an older road, one that traversed from the coast of Virginia, along the James River, up across the mountains to the Kanawha River. It’s older name is the James River – Kanawha Turnpike. Now, it’s either the Midland Trail or US60.
On our normal travels to the homeland, we traverse the wilds of US60 and pass this location which holds an oddity that has captured our attention. For the past several years, I’ve wanted a photo of this icon of a past age, but with children in the car, stopping for a photo, especially if they’re snoozing, is not a high priority given that there are still a few hours to go. But on our recent return home, I slowed down enough for my dear wife to grab this (click image for bigger version):
Not the greatest picture, but at 40mph, I’m pleased. It would make one big cuppa joe, if it didn’t leak.
Most recently, it served as a canoe rental shop, but alas, it’s now empty. Drive by coffee shop, anyone?
Solo Deo Gloria,