Where Highway 70 comes down from the Sierra Nevada and meets Highway 395 is Hallelujah Junction. Once it was a bar. A reverend on tour said, "Hallelujah ought to be a church, not a bar." Then, for a while it doubled as a terminal, when Highway 70 was closed. Pilots used the pavement for a runway. "I guess they thought it was the promised land," a local man once said. Now it's a Shell Station doubling as a lottery bar. All filling stations. It never was a church.
