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     I told the service station attendants that I had passed over a lighted airport west of Wennemucca coming in from Reno, but the pilots for San Francisco Land Co told me that the first airport I came to was closed. I was advised to land at the one nearest to town. I could hardly see when I landed, but I landed at the airport east of town, fell in a river or canal or irrigation ditch and nearly froze walking to town.
     The attendants said the runway I had landed at had been closed for years then touched a place on the wall and out comes a phone. "Bill, this is Jack at the Two Stiffs Selling Gas Service Station. Would you close a flight plan for a Piper Vagabond 4630H?" The flight service had said they were glad to get the call as I was well overdue on the flight plan, but had yet to begin any search for it. Now, all is well.
     The attendants could not believe where I landed and that I had to walk to town. They helped me to find a room at a local hotel.
     Morning of November 15, 1952, I arose at sunup and found a local cafe where I could regroup and then find a way out to the field where I landed and be on my way from Wennemucca to Battle Mountain, NV.
     I would walk to the service station. On picture postcards, the service station was known as the Two Stiffs Selling Gas.  One of the attendants took me out to the closed airport where  I would need to refuel the airplane. He was evidently familiar with this airport as he knew how to start the gas pump. I had him put a couple of gallons of fuel on the ground to be sure there was no water in the fuel line. This all being done, the attendant helped me start the airplane and I'm off to continue my adventure as it would be, on up to Montana.
     Battle Mountain assured and its on to Lucin, Utah. All seems strange. The higher altitude. The colder air. I had little experience flying at these higher altitudes, but it all exciting!