Across the plains of Colorado, small little towns dot the prairie. Many have faded into yesteryear, a few hang on and some have prospered. US highway 36 begins or ends on the Continental Divide in Rocky Mountain National Park. Out across the eastern plains it is marked by numerous small towns. Most have a population of some kind and some are just markers on the roadway.
Anton is one of those little towns that would make a nice little ghost town, except it is loaded with more businesses then residents. Homes are pretty scarce, yet here one can stop at the local restaurant, get some gas, buy some groceries, mail a letter or get the car fixed and while waiting there is a motel or camper park. The grain elevator sees lots of trucks and the highway department has shops on the corner. On the edge of town is a small church. There is no downtown of any sorts, it is strung out along the highway and the junction with the state highway.
Could not find any census data on the village, so I doubt it is incorporated. Mostly Anton is a wide spot on the road junction. Years ago, before the Interstate era, Anton was on a busy highway. Its famous counterpart down the road is Last Chance but unlike Last Chance Anton was able to keep some of the businesses going. What’s interesting is the population of Last Chance is probably the same as Anton.
There is one remaining ghostly feature of years gone by. Next to the Post Office was a small group of cabins. Well neglected and not much TLC. Here is where the traveling harvest crews would stay. Before the big luxury RV’s of today, these little cabins were a luxury for the harvest crews. Lots of the crews, years ago, would sleep under the stars, trucks, machinery and shave and clean up under a water barrel.
The harvest crews would start in Texas, traveling north with the harvest season, sometimes as forth north as Canada. Back then it was long hard days in the hot sun, sunrise to sunset. There was no air conditioning and water was out of a canvas bag or burlap wrapped jug. Meals were in the field, the bathroom was over there by the post. So to have a shack with a roof over it, with a bed, place to shower and clean up with toilets…… the height of luxury.
Like lots of things today, Anton is a reminder of things gone by the way side. The few people in the little village keep on going much like their ancestors did years ago, just lots more comfortable.