In 1875, Henry Boston opened a general store right off of Lake Road, in picturesque Washington State, near the modern-day border of the Idaho panhandle. He built a house on Lake Creek. He hoped to capitalize on the fact that people need water to survive. A store doesn’t hurt, either. He took the old “if I build it they will come” approach. Records show the store survived only 3 years. While additional info on old Hank is sparse, these meager beginnings do make for one heckofa story, because by 1878, someone else would swoop into the not quite a town and, as the young folks say, blow people’s minds. William H. Marshall swooped faster than the indigenous bald eagles of the Pacific Northwest. Within 2 years, he built a home, damned a river, opened a sawmill, named a town, created a post office, and appointed himself as postmaster and town namesake. Welcome to Marshall, WA. Personally, I think he had inside info. Coincidentally, or not, by May, the Northern Pacific Railroad came a calling, and the tracks started flying. By 1902, NPRR was joined by the SPS&R – Spokane, Portland, & Seattle Railway Company. That’s quite a bit of track laying, eh? Why, who’s going to do it? Imagine Mr. Marshall saying this. “Hey guys! I have a great idea. You know that little convict camp down the road? It’s over there by ‘Marshall Creek’ (1910 air quotes) where they crush the rocks for building the roads. Let’s turn it into a state prison farm. Yeah, I know, right? The prisoners can crush the rock, AND, we can lease the rest out to dynamite factories.” And, that is what they did. But the railroad ties, that would be tricky. For this volume of wood, they were going to need to tap on the St. Joe National Forest, east of Palouse. To get those logs up to Marshall, they would need another railway – the Washington, Idaho, & Montana Railway. But, wait, we’re here to talk about the 306.