A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Thursday, September 1, 2022



I had a camp place lined up in Mohall (pop. 696) at the county fairgrounds, thirty-six miles from Carpio.  The campground was nice (other campers were there) but I just wasn’t feeling it to stay there.  I did take a shower (no secret code required) and hit up their Dollar General store and another Jason’s Supervalue (Superexpensive) grocery store then left we Mohall.  It was a wonderful day of driving with the winds at our back.  We got as high as twenty-five mile-per-gallon average just putzing along at forty-five.  Not a single car or truck going our way all day.  I love days like that.

Antler, North Dakota  (pop. 20)

Antler’s main street coming into town.
Do you remember Standard Oil gas stations?

The large building in the middle of the town square was a bank.

It also was the customs house being the first stop coming in from Canada.

The back side.
I looked through the window and saw a scrawny feral cat living inside.  Poor thing.

The foundation is falling apart and this corner of the building is folding in on itself.

Some restoration has taken place.
I just cannot see how this building can be saved.

Those red things are massive hydraulic jacks to lift the building.

That wall to the right is the problem spot.
Maybe the entire building is a problem spot.

This looks to have been at one time an auto service station, now lovingly restored into a home.

Plaque on the door.

The fire house restored.  They do have a more modern fire house.

Nothing stated as to what this store was. 
It was being used for storage now.
That is all tin siding on it.

The Fox meat market.

The Fox family lived in the rear.
More tin siding.

You can see other buildings used to line the town square long ago.

The smoker for smoking meat.

This was the highlight for me.  I’ve seen them referred to as ‘The Opera House’.
I could see a stage in the rear with curtains still in place.
I was unable to get any pictures.  
All the seating had been removed and it looked like someone’s workshop inside now.
I can imagine vaudeville acts performing here.
Maybe early silent and then the ‘talkies’ movies.

There was a church but from a distance it looked as if it was now a home.
I didn’t bother walking down there.  By this time I was growing weary of another fool dog barking constantly while I toured the town square.

Finally, all that remains of Antler School.

Let’s go find the camp area.

- comment reply -

Yes Kathe!  On yesterday’s drive I got to see the farmers out harvesting grain for the first time.  One field had six combines going.  I wanted to pull over to watch but there was no place safely to do so.  Fascinating!  For days and days I’ve been seeing fields of grain as far as I can see to the horizon.  It just amazes me all that land that has to be gone over in tractors and equipment just in order to plant and harvest grain.  A farmer’s life is hard work and people who live in cities and don’t see it first hand have not a clue and just take for granted that loaf of bread shows up on their store shelves magically.


Barbara R. said...

The weather there must be pretty wild in winter, just guessing from all the tin sided buildings that have survived. Sad old bank. Not even enough mice to fee feral kitty. Now that's bankruptcy!

Ellen D. said...

I wonder who owns that bank now. Seems like it would be safer to take it down if no one is going to use it anyway.

Red said...

There is also an Antler Sask east of Estevan. Would be cool if you compared the two Antlers!

Kathe said...

They cover the fields about 4 times in a year. Planting, spraying weeds etc. I couldn't stand that repetition. Like you appear to be, they are very happy with their own company.
Customs building is very interesting. I had relatives come down through Canada and settle in North Dakota. Through Pembina, I believe. Family history seems a very fluid subject depending on who is telling it.
Next stop for the farmers will be the local elevators for storage. Imagine what all that equipment cost! Do you ever stop at farm auctions? That's where my brother gets much of his equipment. I'm thinking you would really enjoy that.

Debby said...

That is an astute observation Kathe. Some people are quite comfortable in their own company. Farmers almost have to be. Another thing that I love about farmers is their ties to the seasons and the earth. They are attuned to a frequency most of us don't even hear. I worked at a tractor supply and I loved my interactions with them. Salt of the earth.