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This RPPC or Real Photo Postcard was taken near Atlanta, Idaho. Though I wanted to check out Atlanta, I never made it while I lived in Idaho. It’s lodged in the remote hills north east of Boise. Founded in 1855, it still has a post office. It seems it had some other claim to fame, but that bit of trivia escapes me at the moment. You can learn more here.
Here are some neat photos of buildings in the tiny town from Flickr
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I took a number of trips to Atlanta when I lived in Boise in the early ’70’s. The most memorable was a winter-time first date with a girl from a college chemistry class, who I later learned was not all that outdoorsy. It’s quite a long, and beautiful, drive up past Arrowrock Dam (sort of a star in Stegner’s “Angle of Repose”), all along the mostly-empty-in-the-winter reservoir, which was frozen over. Often the road was perched hundreds of feet above the water and we could see a couple of eagles feeding on a dead deer out on the ice.
The Middle Fork of the Boise River was very beautiful above the reservoir, partially frozen over with groups of Mallard and merganser ducks playing in the “whitewater” (they would float down the little rapids, then fly back up and do it again). We got to Atlanta in time for lunch, a bowl of chili and a beer at the only place open. After lunch I tried to drive us to the campground at the edge of the Sawtooth Wilderness, where there are some nice hot springs that I had visited when working on a YCC crew in 1970 (skinny dipping on a first date with a city girl way out in the boonies? Is that what I was thinking?). The road wasn’t plowed that far and I soon got stuck. Being a bit lazy and having a Warn winch on my 1947 CJ2A, I just ran the cable under the Jeep and dragged us back to where I could turn around.
On the drive back to Boise, I decided to take a side road that had been plowed one blade wide by a dozer, leading up a steep road to a logging landing. I turned us around at the end of the road and, going back down the steep part, “Willy” started sliding and I got stuck again, this time crossways in the road with the front bumper stuck in the left bank and the back end in the right bank. The snow was about three feet deep and well settled; the width of the roadway was 8′ and the Jeep was 10′, so we were jammed in pretty good. I got out with the shovel, happy as a clam (I think my date was petrified by then, not really talking anymore) and dug some snow out on the downhill side of the front end. I got back in and explained to the girl, who had never driven a stickshift, that I was going to put the jeep in reverse, low-range, and then get out and push the front out of the embankment while the wheels were spinning – all she had to do was hold on to the steering wheel until it was out, then I would jump back in and we’d be off!
The technique worked perfectly, but the girl never went out with me again.
Gordon,
Ann and I loved your story! I am glad I am not alone with crazy-first-date-in-a-jeep tales.
I thought the edit button appeared for everyone, but I guess I only see it. I will install a plugin (and I will edit the comment for you).
Neat find, Dave. Do you have the ebay link or did I miss it somewhere?
oops …. I forgot to ad the ebay link. It is there now 🙂
Your story is fine.
Butt when I was eight years old, in October 1932, we all four of us walked out of Atlanta, down the Midle Fork, before there was a road. I can recall trying to keep from sliding down to the river. We had some 8 feet of snow on the ground when we left.
We left everything there until the summer. Then My parent and my brother went back to Atlanta to get all of our worthy goods. I stayed in Mtn Home and helped at my Grand Parents farm. Feeding and milking cows and getting into to trouble in town.
I can go on and on about this town for as long as I am here.
My three son in Laws will be going back there in September of 2013 come HELL OR HI-WATER
To go in the Hot Springs and try to soak the meaness out of my bones,,,, ????
Tahks for your page on the NET.
Edward G. Burnet Sr.
Edward,
Thanks for sharing your story! I’d encourage you to record those stories of yours. I’m sure there aren’t too many folks who remember what that area or MTN Home was like before the WW2.
Enjoy those hot springs!
– Dave