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John's Modern Cabins
John's Modern Cabins
The History of John's Modern Cabins By Emily Priddy and Ron Warnick Obscured by a canopy of trees, six tiny, crumbling cabins sit next to a quiet, dead-end stretch of Route 66 that runs parallel to Interstate 44 about 10 miles outside of Rolla, Mo. Two outhouses stand behind the aging buildings; nearby, a faded, broken neon sign identifies the little structures as "John's Modern Cabins." Driving along Route 66 in front of the cabins, a passerby can read the story of the road. To the right, termites and time quietly eat away at John's long-abandoned cabins. To the left, truck drivers roar past at 65 mph, oblivious to the old tourist court and the road leading to it, both casualties of the mighty superslab beneath their tires. John's Modern Cabins began as part of a somewhat seedy juke joint known as Bill and Bess's Place. Six tiny log cabins flanked a shotgun-shack dance hall that in the 1930s was home to music, merriment … and murder. On Halloween night in 1935, 22-year-old Eugene Duncan fatally shot his estranged wife, Billie, 18, and slightly wounded two others in the dance hall's fireplace room. Duncan apparently was angry with his wife because she had left him about 10 days earlier to live with her mother. Duncan initially denied killing his wife, but a week before his trial was set to start, he pleaded guilty to second-degree murder and ended up serving 13 years of a 50-year sentence. He eventually remarried and died of a heart attack at age 60. Ten years later, Bill Bayliss -- who had owned the juke joint with his wife, Beatrice -- sold the property. It changed hands three times before John and Lillian Dausch, a middle-aged, childless couple from Chicago, bought it in 1951 for $5,000. Improvements to Route 66 forced the Dausches to move the business a few feet north of their original location. John Dausch moved several of the cabins but abandoned the shotgun shack and built three more cabins out of a concrete-asbestos mix. Dausch also built a larger log cabin to live in and another building to use as a laundry room and snack bar, from which he also sold beer. Ed Goodridge, owner of the nearby Vernelle's Motel, said Dausch's habit of selling beer on Sundays -- in violation of local laws -- earned him the nickname "Sunday John." In 1965, the Missouri State Highway Commission bought some of Dausch's property so they could make improvements to the road that eventually would become Interstate 44. With the arrival of the interstate, Dausch -- like so many other mom-and-pop business owners along Route 66 -- saw his business begin to dry up. It was a bad year for Dausch; a few months later, his wife died of a coronary thrombosis, and her death -- coupled with his own failing health and declining business -- eventually prompted him to close his little establishment. Dausch continued to live on the property until he died of a stroke in 1971. Another man, Arnold Noel, lived on the property for about a year after Dausch's death. Then Noel died, and with no one around to maintain them, John's Modern Cabins fell into disrepair. In 1976, Loretta Ross of St. Charles, Mo., bought the property with the intent of turning it into a hunting getaway for her family, but after her husband died, those plans were scrapped, and the cabins spent the next 25 years quietly decaying. Now Ross and her son, Kenneth, want to tear down the cabins, which are in such bad condition that they pose a hazard to anyone who might venture into them … and a liability to the Rosses. Ross has said the cabins are beyond repair and simply aren't worth saving. Route 66 enthusiasts disagree. The cabins may never be habitable again, but they are a piece of history that tells the story of the Mother Road better than perhaps any other single image on the highway, and as such, they deserve to be preserved -- preferably on their current site. If on-site preservation is impossible, we'd like to move the sign and one or more of the cabins to another location so future generations will have a chance to see them and imagine what Route 66 might have been like in its heyday.
Tatoosh Island - Makah land
Tatoosh Island - Makah land
Telephoto shot of the Makah Indian Reservation owned Tatoosh Island. It is a half a mile off Cape Flattery. Jones Rock is visible in this photo as is the lighthouse on Tatoosh Island. My gray whale flipper is not in this photo. Low fog blew over the Cape Flattery headland as we drove back toward Neah Bay, but we decided that even if the weather deteriorated, we wanted to take the short one mile round trip hike to Cape Flattery (Oh are we glad we did!). If the night spent at South Beach was one of our favorite moments, then the views and wildlife at Cape Flattery was right up there with it. The weather cleared (broken clouds) when we reached the end of the trail at Cape Flattery. The scenery was spectacular. We both stared at all the lovely coast line and across a wicked channel of sea to Tatoosh Island, which is home to a lighthouse on the most northwest point of U.S. land in the lower 48. What we didn’t expect was all the wonderful wildlife we would see. Fortunately we both packed our binoculars in our day packs, in addition to our cameras. We saw the usual gulls and cormorants, but also an oyster catcher and some puffin. Neither of us had ever seen a puffin in the wild. The puffin were more than a challenge to try to photograph, as they dove among the kelp; popped up for a second; and then frantically dove again. I never did get a descent photo, but I did get a couple to prove to my birder friend that we did, in fact see some. One of the birders spotted a whale and all of us, at the overlook at that moment, were treated to the sight of a gray whale, blowing; showing its back; and raising its fluke high in the air as it sounded and swam on north, where it appeared to be rounding Cape Flattery. What a sight. I tried to get a photo of the whale, but I wasn’t able to time the whale’s brief appearance on the surface, with a telephoto photo of same. I did try. What is ironic though is that I had been taking telephoto shots of Tatoosh Island, its lighthouse, and the channel, just minutes before we spotted the whale. It appears that I may have “accidentally” caught the whale’s fluke, (truly a photo fluke), in one of my Tatoosh Island photos. Whether I did or didn’t is not important. What is important is that my wife and I were able to watch a magnificent gray whale, swim wild and free, right in front of us and not far from a people (The Makah), who’s whaling culture, goes back at least hundreds of years. Sunday night June 14th, 2009 - my wife and I camped in the back of our pickup truck canopy at the “South Beach” camp on Washington’s Pacific Ocean coast. Monday, we drove to Neah Bay, where we took an 8 mile round trip hike from the Makah Indian Reservation trailhead, along Shi Shi beach, to the beach immediately south of the Point of the Arches - - and back. After the Shi Shi Beach hike, we drove back north and took the short, but outstanding, one mile round trip hike to the Cape Flattery & Tatoosh Island overlook. There we saw marine birds and were treated to the sight of a gray whale swimming north through the channel between Tatoosh Island and Cape Flattery. Tuesday, we drove from our “basic” motel room in Neah Bay, back to our home in Eastern Washington, via the Hood Canal route. The back road travel and hiking over the two and half days were really enjoyable. My wife and I both had a great time and especially enjoyed the hikes and the camp at South Beach. My flickr photo set “Shi Shi Beach - June 2009” has a detailed narrative of the trip and hikes.

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