In March 1959, three Air Force soldiers experienced a Back to the Past TWIDDER in Wyoming. The spacetime slip involved a delicious steak dinner for a ridiculously low price! Now THAT’S the way to have a time slip! (See Time Travel: A How-To Insiders Guide p. 60-62.)
Bob Wetzel (pseudonym) was stationed at Lowry Air Force Base in Denver, Colorado. He and two friends were driving up to visit Bob’s wife Sharon, who was living in Worland.
As the three men were leaving the Cheyenne city limits, a blinding spring snowstorm hit. It normally took only a half hour to get from Cheyenne to Chugwater. However, this trip through the blizzard took an hour and a half.
By now the roads were ice-covered and the conditions continued to worsen. The travelers were relieved when they unexpectedly came across a restaurant almost hidden in the blowing snow.
Bob later told writer Debra Munn that they were so glad to find a place to come in out of the storm and have dinner. They pulled off to the left side of the road and walked across the street and into the building through swinging doors in the front.
The restaurant was empty except for the three men and the staff. Two young women dressed in long white dresses with black and white aprons waited on the travelers, who, after their long drive through the snow were famished and quickly ordered steaks.
When they finished their meal, they were surprised to see the tab on the bill. It came to only nine dollars for the three meals. They were so pleased that they left five one-dollar bills as a tip.
“You should have seen how surprised the waitresses were,” said Bob. “They thanked me, walked us to the door, and told us to be careful, since it was still snowing so hard you could barely see.”
The three men were soon back on the road again and made it to Worland with no difficulties. When they got there, they told Bob’s wife Sharon and her parents about the nice restaurant they had found. They decided to stop there again on their way back. When Sharon made the return trip with her husband, the weather was clear and they had no trouble getting to Chugwater.
This was before the highways were put in and you had to drive right through the middle of the town. Bob remembered that as they had come down the hill from Denver heading north, the restaurant had been the third or fourth business on the left-hand side of the street.
“But this time it just wasn’t there.” Bob said. “There wasn’t even any building on the site. We were looking at a vacant lot.”
Unable to believe their eyes, Bob and one of his friends walked to a nearby hamburger stand, where Bob spoke to an elderly gentleman. “I think his name was Charlie, and I told him that we had come through Chugwater and eaten at a restaurant that was no longer there,” Bob recalled. The man looked confused but then realized what Charlie was talking about.
“Son, the place that you describe burned down years and years ago, and this has been a vacant lot since then,” the old man answered.
“There’s no way,” Bob said, “We were just in there,” and he began to describe the two waitresses who had served them.
“Son,” the man said again, “That place burned down and the two women you described perished in the fire, but that was a long time ago.”
Looking back on the experience, Bob could recall nothing unusual about the restaurant itself, except for the low cost of the meal. The food and drink seemed real, as did the two waitresses. There was nothing “ghost-like” about the situation at all.