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Sandberg's  Summit Hotel catered  to the  "carriage trade"  who traveled the  Ridge  Route.  "Trucker drivers and  dogs  not allowed,"  said  a sign  out front.

      ridge was 12 miles an hour for hard rubber-tired trucks. He pulled  on out front and he didn't see anyone as he drove by.
      into the Standard Oil service station at Gorman to use the restroom   The old trucker knew every stop along the road. Next would
      and stretch his legs. Across the way a Greyhound bus was loading   be Kelly's Halfway House, being halfway between Bakersfield and
      passengers from the Gorman Hotel, on its way to San Francisco.   Los Angeles. It was about a mile south of Kelly's where a tank
         Climbing back into the open cab, the warmth from the radiator  truck had gone over the side of the mountain. Kelly's had a 24-
      felt good now, tempering the coolness of the mountain air. South   hour cafe, gas station, tow truck and some cabins out back. He
      of Gorman, he went by Holland's Summit Cafe, a small trucker's   noticed a flag out front to signal the motor stage, as it normally
      joint that had a gas station, cafe and a couple of sleeping cabins   only stopped at Sandberg's Hotel.
      for weary truckers. Although it was at the top of a small ridge it   Shifting to a lower gear, he began a 2-mile climb to Reservoir
      wasn't the summit, which was yet ahead.                Summit Cafe. The cafe hung out over the hill, with a command-
         Passing Quail Lake,  he  started up  another grade.  Shortly,   ing view of the canyon below. Here was another example of a
      Sandberg's Summit Hotel came into view. It was a log structure   business incorporating the word "summit" into its name, even
      that catered to the "carriage trade." A sign out front proclaimed:   though the real summit was back near Granite Gate.
      "Truck drivers and dogs not allowed." He saw a
      Packard and a Pierce Arrow parked out front.
        A short distance up the road, at 4,233 feet, was
      the real summit, near Granite Gate. It seemed like
      everything up here had "summit" in its name. Now
      he was on top of the ridge, the road having been built
      right across the very spine of the mountains, hence
      its name.
        In another 20 miles or so he would be at Castaic,
      another trucker's town at the foot of the grade on
      the  southern  end.  Most  automobile  traffic  had
      stopped for the night, and trucks dominated the
      highway now. He passed the Tumble Inn, a small
      rock  structure  with  a  few  rooms,  a  cafe  and  a
      Richfield gas station, but there was only one light  The Tumble  Inn was  a small  rock  structure  located along the  Ridge  Route.

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