Abandoned Zephyr Station on Historic Route 66 Southwest of St. Louis
I paint so I’ll have something to look at. . . . I write so I’ll have something to read.
My reason for not posting on the blog all week is a legitimate one. It’s called Income Tax. My appointment with the accountant is this afternoon. I spent every day Monday through Friday of this past week gathering receipts, spreadsheets and files of data to organize for this afternoon’s meeting. Twice I went to bed at 1:30 a.m. (I have to rise at 6:00 to teach school). Another pair of nights saw me retiring to bed at midnight. My earliest night was 10:30. But now it is behind me (except for the meeting and the filing). I am letting out a deep sigh of relief.
Understandably, I have not been able to pick up a watercolor brush, though thoughts of it remained with me on the hour each day. I have posted above a watercolor I completed a few years ago. I traveled to this site in Villa Ridge, Missouri (southwest of St. Louis, just north of Interstate 44). Before leaving Arlington, Texas to travel home to St. Louis to visit family, I checked on the Internet and found photos of an abandoned quonset hut Zephyr station on historic route 66. I tried to find specific directions to the location with no luck. I concluded that all I had to do was get to Villa Ridge and ask directions. Ten hours into my drive, and very road-weary, I took an exit off I-44 for Villa Ridge and drove in circles for about an hour, constantly re-entering the freeway. I tried following every “historic route 66″ sign I could find in a ten-mile radius, all to no avail. While sitting in a left-turn lane at a traffic light, waiting for the green arrow, I changed my mind and decided to go straight through the intersection. Crossing over the solid white line resulted in my being pulled over immediately by a Missouri State Highway Patrolmen who happened to be in the left-turn lane behind me (smart move).
When the patrolman approached my window, I explained that I was a watercolorist who had just driven ten hours straight from Arlington, Texas, looking for this route 66 landmark to photograph and paint. I handed him my stack of papers and photos printed off the Internet sites, along with my driver’s license and proof of insurance card. Returning five mintes later from his patrol unit, he mildly handed me a warning citation and gave me verbal directions on how to get to the Zephyr station. What a Mensch! I am not used to getting that kind of courtesy from traffic law enforcement officers.
First Sight of the Zephyr Station
Once I pulled into what was left of the parking lot of this derelict station, I saw that all signage, lights and gas pumps (visible on the Internet historic photos) had been removed. Nevertheless, the structure remained, so I got out of my Jeep and set up a portable easel, quickly knocking out a plein air sketch of one end of the station as it began to get dark. A curious neighbor approached me to see what I was doing, and gladly took me on a tour behind the station to show me what was left of the roadbed that preceded route 66. It was then called The Old Post Road. She was full of stories, and I filled several pages of my journal later that evening as I recalled as many details as possible.
Plein Air Watercolor Sketch
Walking to the far end of the parking lot, I was enthralled at the sight of this Zephyr billboard completely overgrown with leaves.
Overgrown Zephyr Billboard
By this time, it was too dark to paint, and I was extremely exhausted from the ten-hour drive and quick painting session. So I snapped a photo and decided to return the next day. My parents lived about an hour further down the Interstate.
All night long, it rained and rained. Returning the next day, I sat in the back of my Jeep and watercolor sketched this sign until the rains resumed. I would have to take the painting back home with me to finish on a subsequent day, relying on photos I took.
Completed Watercolor of the Billboard
The only thing remaining for me to do was to take photos of the parking lot that had been transformed into a reflective pool by the hard rains and take up a serious studio project of the subject in the future.
After the Rain
Completed Studio Watercolor
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.