It could only happen in beautiful, supernatural British Columbia. There's a story going around, and has been for years, I've heard it myself, of; the Truck Stop known as the Twilight Zone, a trip down memory lane.
This strange experience happened to Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths, Don and Phyllis, after a weekend stay on Vancouver Island, during the drive back to Lethbridge, Alberta, on a lonely stretch of highway #3, back in 1978 but they would have sworn it seemed sometime in the late 50's or early 60's. It goes something like this...
... The family had made this trip a countless number of times, but on this return trip they decided, just for a change not to take the northern route home, Highway #1 and then head south from Calgary, as they had always done in the past but this time they would take the lesser travelled route and opted for the southern route, Highway #3 instead, which would require them to drive straight through, driving all night.
To their surprise, a welcoming sight, at around 2:30 in the morning they came upon an old open Texaco Truck Stop, mid-way between the town of Creston and Cranbrook, in the middle of no-where, on the north side of the highway. They pulled in, to refuel and get a cup of coffee.
Something seemed strange, the gas pumps appeared to be original, the old fashion kind. If you were around at the time you would have recognized the gasoline being dispensed, good ole Fire Chief and Sky Chief gasolines, popular during the 60's. The huge Texaco sign above the diner was reminiscent of the neon days of long past, buzzing and flickering, in the still black night. An old truck, vintage but in mint condition, the only other vehicle in the parking lot, sat idling in the corner. Don was impressed at how well it was restored. He even stopped for a moment to take a better look at it and after looking around they decided to go in for coffee. They left their two small children asleep in the back seat, locked in the car.
Upon entering the diner, they both had a strange eerie feeling, everything seemed frozen in time. The 60's decor had little wear and tear for being at least 30 years old. The price of a cup of coffee was advertised as being only ten cents, pie 25 cents. The waitress was dressed in period clothing, as was the trucker from the vintage rig idling outside, who was sitting at a booth near the window. The juke-box in the corner was playing an old Hank Williams Sr. song, the Lonely Mansion on the Hill. They noticed no clock nor calendar. Feeling a bit uneasy they left.
They had driven this part of the highway many times before, but it was always going to Vancouver Island never coming back and always in the daylight. They had never noticed a Texaco Rest Stop there before. You might think the story ends here, but you're wrong.
On their next visit to the island, three weeks later, they drove #3 Highway, if not just to see this Texaco Truck Stop again but this time during the day. When they arrived at the location, they received the shock of their lives. The old Stop looked like it had been boarded up for years, the pumps had been taken out long ago, the only remaining evidence was the concrete slabs they were situated on. The sign above the diner, old and rusty, no flashing neon lights, no humming. It looked as if it had been out-of-service for many a year.
The truck that had been sitting idling out in the parking lot, it was still there but now a rusted out shell, no windows and overgrown with bush, it's tires flat, the rubber all cracked with age.
It could only happen in beautiful, supernatural British Columbia, the truck stop known as the, Twilight Zone, a trip down memory lane.
The day a travel-tired family stopped for some gas and a coffee on a lonely stretch of Highway #3 and drove through a time-warp.
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