Lone Café-Bar and Old Style Wooden Frame Elevator.
"At Baker, where we stop, the thermometers are reading 108 degrees in the shade. When I take my gloves off, the metal of the gas tank is so hot I can’t touch it. The engine is making ominous knick-knicking sounds from overheating. Very bad. The rear tire has worn badly too, and I feel with my hand that it’s almost as hot as the gas tank. .. "We’re going to have to slow down," I say … "What?" .. "I don’t think we should go over fifty," I say. .. John looks at Sylvia and she looks at him. Something has already been said between them about my slowness. They both look as if they’ve about had it. .. "We just want to get there fast," John says, and they both walk toward a restaurant.“
Baker, MT., East side of street where, at a glance, this seemed to be the town's only Café. But on second close look, I see it has the words Bar on upper corner. Next photo shows the opposite, (West) side of the street. When the Sutherlands and the Narrator came this way they were grueled by the heat. I was similarly oppressed but by the cold stormy weather.
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(Photo = 104-0467c ...... ZMM Page = 072 ...... WayPt = 086`|u|' 3070ft)