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More Old Highway 16
Jul 21, 2015
Our July/August ’15 issue includes a lengthy feature on Highway 16, which was the major east-west road across South Dakota before it was supplanted by Interstate 90. But nearly all of the 400-mile corridor still exists as a patchwork of county roads. Here are some photographs of the route that didn’t make the magazine. Photos by Bernie Hunhoff.
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A fiberglass Hereford in Mitchell points travelers to Chef Louie’s, a steakhouse that dates back to the 1940s.
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Chuck’s Trailer Park in Plankinton survived Highway 16’s demise, and still welcomes fishermen and other travelers.
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A pirate was Plankinton’s high school mascot when Highway 16 was in its prime.
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Highway 16 is still cattle country. This longhorn grazes west of Mitchell.
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Fort Hays’ Old West Town near Rapid City includes the fort building and other memorabilia from the movie Dances with Wolves.
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Travelers entering South Dakota from Wyoming once wet their whistles at this bar and cafe, but it has been closed for many years.
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From the Wyoming border to Rapid City, the old road remains a federal highway.
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Owanka became a ghost town even before the highway languished because it lacked water. Residents once brought their water in by railroad.
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An old railroaders’ hotel is slowly being restored in Plankinton.
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Keith Patrick runs a repair shop at an old gas station in Vivian. He says the old roadbed is now so devoid of car traffic that airplanes occasionally use it for a landing strip.
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Three wood crosses stand on a hill east of Murdo.
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A herd of horses frolic in Jones County.
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The McKenzie family ran a campground on Highway 16 at Murdo.
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Ohioans left a tribute to the West River sportsmen on the wall of the Draper Gun Club.
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International Harvester’s fortunes mirror the rise and fall of Highway 16. This old sign is at Vivian.
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Gannon’s Market and a number of other old storefronts are sagging but standing in Vivian.
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A rural exodus has thinned out the ranching population, but directional signs indicate there are some survivors.
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A painted horse outside Osage Lakota Artworks welcomes motorists to Kimball.
The two seasons collide in the Black Hills.
Wildflowers are adding a splash of color to the granite and pines of the rugged Black Hills.
Foggy morning down east Main Street in Butler. Photo by Duane Huwe
South Dakota provides the perfect backdrop for toy photography.
The annual Dakota Marker game brought thousands to Brookings.
Comments
My father was the doctor in Marion and back in the day still made house calls and even delivered babies at home. Pumpkin Center was often a stop for him as it had a small telephone exchange that operated 24/7and served as his message center. My mother would take calls at home and then call Pumpkin Center to leave messages.
I pulled two children, around 6 or 7 out of the wreckage of a Volks Wagon that had turned left, crossing into our lane as we were traveling around 55 MPH in a Pontiac Bonneville. The VW driver, in his 70’s, was thrown from the car and died at the scene. The two children I pulled from the VW had been in the back seat and were not hurt.
Once out of the crumpled-up VW, the children wanted to know where their older sister was. I walked back and forth in the ditch until I found her. She was around ten or twelve, unconscious, but still alive. She had been in the front seat. Cars did not have seatbelts back then and she had gone through the windshield. She died in the hospital that night.
The sun had just gone down and my hitchhiking friend ran to a farmhouse to call an ambulance. The farm house was their grandparents’ house. The VW driver, who died on impact, was their farm hand. Two ambulances arrived and took us to a nearby small-town hospital.
Fifty-seven years later, I don’t remember the name of the town. We were on a two-lane road, the I-90 4-lane did not exist back then. I think we had already passed through Rapid City, but I’m not sure.
I don’t remember whether it was fall of 67, or spring of 68 but it was a worm time of year. If still living, the children would now be in their 60’s.
I wish I had made notes of the names of the driver who had picked us up, the children and their parents. South Dakota Motor Vehicles records don’t go back that far. I’m making this post with hopes that the information above will find its way to someone who recognizes the above events and can connect me to the two children that I pulled out of the VW wreckage.
Ray Metcalfe,
Anchorage Alaska
907-250-5442, RayinAK@aol.com.