ozyclint
WKR
Thought I'd share this that I came across on another forum.
So you can just setup a place where you like and live there?? Sounds to good to be true. Were they given special provisions that don't exist now??
I've always told young people considering a home purchase "never buy a house you can't piss off the front porch of".If a man can look out his window and see another's house, he is a poor man.
-Buckskin Bill
I might take that quote. I like it.
I've always told young people considering a home purchase "never buy a house you can't piss off the front porch of".
They rarely listen, but wish they had 10-15 years down the line...
You could have gotten to Montana on the Magruder corridor road, comes out just below Darby.Maybe someone on here knows this place and has been there.
Forty years ago I was cutting across Idaho trying to take a scenic backroad way to Montana from Oregon. It was early October and the weather was dry and beautiful. I'm pretty sure the last town was Elk City and then one lane dirt from there east. It had been so dry that the dust was powder dry and several inches deep. The road was so winding that 25 to 30 was all the faster you could go. I had a full tank of gas when I left Elk City.
The drive became tedious as anyone who has driven for hours on rough road can attest. After a couple of hours I started seeing Wooden signs for MacKay's Bar .. 50 miles and after what seemed hours later MacKay's bar 25 miles and on and on. I thought to myself that when I got to MacKay's bar I was gonna stop and pound some cold ones. Then just as I thought I must be close, the road narrowed even more and was headed down a very steep ridgeline with drop offs mere feet on each side of the road. Scary steep and even though I had 4WD, I was concerned.
When I got to the bottom, the road ended and there was the river. This must be the Salmon River. But damn, you have to be kidding me, this is the end of the road after all that driving? There was a foot bridge crossing the river, so I thought that must take you to the bar. Crazy place for a bar and business must sure be slow, but I am looking forward to shooting the breeze with whoever is nuts enough to be here.
The trail on the other side went down stream and around a point and opened up to a string of small cabins. Coming toward me was an older couple in western clothing. First people I had seen all day. After a moment of introduction I asked which one of those buildings was Mackay's bar. The old fellow told me I was standing on it. What??? Turns out MacKay's bar is a SAND BAR. OMG, No beer? Well damn, now what. Well, how do I get to Montana from here?
The old guy asks how did I even get there and I told him down the trail on the other side of the river. He told me nobody had been down that trail for years and hoped my truck could get back up because you can't get to Montana from here. You have to go back to Elk City and take the old Lewis and Clark Trail which is now Route 12 from there. How's your gas?
He tells me if it starts snowing, and that they were already overdue, that the dust would turn to gumbo and I may never get that truck out of there. He also told me that MacKay's bar was a fly in hunting outfit with some private cabins.
The truck made it back up the ridge of course and I made it back to Elk City on fumes.
BTW, back then there were places along route 12 that felt like you had stepped back to a time long past. Wish it was still like that.
LOL,Maybe someone on here knows this place and has been there.
Forty years ago I was cutting across Idaho trying to take a scenic backroad way to Montana from Oregon. It was early October and the weather was dry and beautiful. I'm pretty sure the last town was Elk City and then one lane dirt from there east. It had been so dry that the dust was powder dry and several inches deep. The road was so winding that 25 to 30 was all the faster you could go. I had a full tank of gas when I left Elk City.
The drive became tedious as anyone who has driven for hours on rough road can attest. After a couple of hours I started seeing Wooden signs for MacKay's Bar .. 50 miles and after what seemed hours later MacKay's bar 25 miles and on and on. I thought to myself that when I got to MacKay's bar I was gonna stop and pound some cold ones. Then just as I thought I must be close, the road narrowed even more and was headed down a very steep ridgeline with drop offs mere feet on each side of the road. Scary steep and even though I had 4WD, I was concerned.
When I got to the bottom, the road ended and there was the river. This must be the Salmon River. But damn, you have to be kidding me, this is the end of the road after all that driving? There was a foot bridge crossing the river, so I thought that must take you to the bar. Crazy place for a bar and business must sure be slow, but I am looking forward to shooting the breeze with whoever is nuts enough to be here.
The trail on the other side went down stream and around a point and opened up to a string of small cabins. Coming toward me was an older couple in western clothing. First people I had seen all day. After a moment of introduction I asked which one of those buildings was Mackay's bar. The old fellow told me I was standing on it. What??? Turns out MacKay's bar is a SAND BAR. OMG, No beer? Well damn, now what. Well, how do I get to Montana from here?
The old guy asks how did I even get there and I told him down the trail on the other side of the river. He told me nobody had been down that trail for years and hoped my truck could get back up because you can't get to Montana from here. You have to go back to Elk City and take the old Lewis and Clark Trail which is now Route 12 from there. How's your gas?
He tells me if it starts snowing, and that they were already overdue, that the dust would turn to gumbo and I may never get that truck out of there. He also told me that MacKay's bar was a fly in hunting outfit with some private cabins.
The truck made it back up the ridge of course and I made it back to Elk City on fumes.
BTW, back then there were places along route 12 that felt like you had stepped back to a time long past. Wish it was still like that.