Archive for August, 2008

John Vonderlin Says: I Hope You See The Falls of Purisima

Story & Photos by John Vonderlin

Email john (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)

Hi June,

We made a trip to Invisible Beach a couple of days, ago and found the colorful pebbles covered by a thick layer of sand and virtually no marine debris. However, there were a number of strands of Feather Boa Kelp strung along the beach. Why so many chunks of this particular variety of kelp should show up at this time is just another mystery of this strange beach. For those not familiar with this appropriately named kelp you can familiarize yourself by visiting this website. www.marine.gov/egregia.htm or check this picture out. (sod #019)

While I didn’t find any non-buoyant marine debris to collect, I did see a large piece of driftwood, with a beautiful sinuous form, washed up on the beach. When I commented to Meg how good it would look in her garden, she concurred, but ventured that it was too heavy to carry the half mile back to the car. Did I sense a challenge? After my shaky, doubt-filled expeditionary visit to “The Notch,” I’ve been wanting to recover my mental toughness and confidence. This seemed like a good opportunity. Kneeling down under one of its curves and struggling to my feet, I was amazed how comfortable its smoothness felt on my back and shoulders and how well it balanced itself. It wanted to go home with us.

It took me five portages, but when I finally slid it into my car, where it fit like it belonged, I knew it was meant to be. Here’s a few pictures of my struggles.

More exciting to me is when Meg told me there was a dirt road being constructed across the road from Bob’s produce stand, about five miles south of Half Moon Bay. Knowing that a few days ago the local newspaper had an article saying that work had begun on the Pillar Point and the Cowell/Purisima sections of the Coastal Trail, her interest was piqued. She stopped for some veggies at the stand and inquired. Yes!! The dirt road is part of the construction. Apparently it will lead to the planned parking lot near the impressive coastside Purisima Falls, I wrote about from our trip to “The Secret Beach.”


I am excited that soon anyone will be able to view this previously almost unreachable stretch of our beautiful coast. I’d urge everyone to watch for its opening. A visit to the California Coastal Records Project website to view Pictures 6147-6167 will whet your interest in this soon to be easily viewable stretch. While a part of me regrets its loss of solitude, there are plenty of other stretches I don’t think the Coastal Trail will open up to the general public in my lifetime. Especially, if I keep carrying around big chunks of driftwood. Enjoy. John

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Looking for the Baptist Family

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Dear June, I fell upon your website today.  Under “soccer” I found a photo which I believe may include my late father, Ed Blomquist.soccer’
This was the Pescadero soccer team in the 1920’s and one of the donors was M. Baptist.  This is a relative of my grandmother who was on the Portuguese side of my dad’s family.  I have no history on my grandmother other than my dad’s birth certificate from 1907 .
I am wondering if you have any information on the Baptist family of Pescadero.
Thank you so much.
Janice Blomquist Bronson
Email Janice:
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Hi June, thank you so much for your response.  M. Baptist was, I believe, Manuel Baptist, who was my grandmother’s brother.  I know a lot about the Blomquists, thank goodness, but nothing about my Portuguese side.
Yes, my Dad Edward was Henry’s cousin.  There were actually sets of ‘double cousins’.  My grandmother, Christanza Baptist Blomquist, had a sister named Mariana.  Each one of those sisters married a Blomquist.  Can you believe it?
My father Edward was born in Loma Mar in 1907, the first of four children.  My grandmother died after childbirth on the last one in 1912.   I would very much like to know about her.  I will contact Ron Duarte.   I think he would know of my dad and my mom also who’s family had strong ties in Half Moon Bay.  On my mom’s side her sister, Pet, was married to Ern Digges.  My mom’s brother was Bud Sowle of Montara.
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"Mountain" Mike Merritt Leaves No Dairy Farm Unturned

Story by Mountain Mike Merritt, Butano Park Seasonal Interpreter

Email Mike (wanderingmike@lycos.com)

Hi June,

I wanted to highlight the history of the valleys (Cloverdale Valley and Butano Valley) surrounding Butano State Park along Cloverdale Road. Leading south from Pescadero, the road winds through the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, past our local farms and into the protected POST and California State Park lands. This posting will focus on Cloverdale Valley.


Our European history began in 1768 when Don Gaspar de Portola, the man himself, strolled right through the Cloverdale and Butano valley on his way to discovering the San Francisco Bay. Because of their remote locations, the Spanish missions influence was slow in reaching the area.


During Mexico’s control of California, the valleys were part of several ranchos,  including Ricon de la Ballena (between Bean hallow and Gazos Creek), Rancho Butano to the north, and Rancho Punta de Ano Nuevo, a combination of lands from ranchos that left a legal mess.  Simeon Castro’s Rancho Punta de Ano Nuevo consisted of over 17,000 acres, including much of what is now Ano Nuevo SP and SR, as well as Butano SP. It was later to become the exclusive property of Loren Coburn


Enjoy and please feel free to respond to any information I have offered.

“Mountain” Mike Merritt

Butano SP Interpreter

Cloverdale Valley

Known to be the area along Cloverdale road between Gazos Road and the saddle near the Blue House Farm.

*Some may extent the name of the valley all the way along Butano Creek to Pescadero. This larger area I refer to as the Butano Valley, not to be confused with the Butano Canyon area. The Butano Valley runs from Pescadero south to the Blue House Farm.

Edgar Steele & The Cloverdale Dairy

Edgar Steele was born in 1830 in New York. In 1863 Edgar Steele built the Cloverdale Dairy in the area between the Butano and Gazos Creeks known as the Cloverdale Valley. Edgar worked 16-hour days for eight years, milking 20 cows himself, handling general business matters at the dairy, and keeping the books for The Steele Brothers firm. Thoroughly drained, in 1864 he leased his dairies for a comfortable yearly income of over $5,000 and went back East for a long rest. He toured the Southern States for couple of years after the Civil War, and married a Tennessee general’s daughter, Julia P. Stanley.


When the Point Reyes lease expired his vacation ended and Edgar returned to California to look for new land for the Steele milk cows. He would find cheap land near San Luis Obispo and moved with his wife to begin a dairy there. (Tess Black)

Horace Gushee took over the Cloverdale operation sometime prior to 1867 with 125 cows. Gushee made cheese.


The next to lease the land from Coburn and Clark was C. S. Walker in 1882. “Next is the Cloverdale Dairy, C. S. Walker proprietor, on shares for the Steele Bros. Clark & Coburn ranch, lease to run for two years, 100 cows milked, made cheese and butter, the butter being packed, and at present worth 30 cents per pound. Four men are employed at a monthly price of $35 each.”


A goat ranch was located in the Cloverdale Gulch, (a small ravine in the middle of the valley) in the 1930’s. It was operated by Joe Abbotti, who previously lived on Goat Hill, an area in the Little Butano Canyon.

The Cloverdale Valley fell into other ownership including the Peninsula Farm Company in the 1920’s, Shoreland Property and the Snows in the 1950’s.


Lawrence Silva was the last to work the land by running cattle. During the Silva lease the property was owned by Joseph Crummer.

On May 27, 1969 the Hoover House on Cloverdale Road midway between the park and Gazos Creek Rd burned to ground. The exact location is currently not known as well as the history of the house. *Looking for photos.


Cloverdale Road was paved in 1972 from Pescadero to the park entrance.  San Mateo County undertook the project primarily to improve access to Butano SP.

On August 2, 1973  a Cow Barn in Cloverdale Gulch was bulldozed by Lawrence Silva. The history of the barn is unknown but it may have dated as far back as to the 1860’s when Edgar Steele built his dairy in the valley. *More info and photo’s are needed.

This is the last surviving evidence of the dairy and ranching days in Cloverdale Valley. Its origins and use are unknown. Currently it is located on state park property. Please refrain from visiting as it is fragile and has yet to be studied. I will post more pictures upon request on it to satisfy you explorers.

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Want to read a book about Pescadero? Check out Tess Black’s History of Four Pescadero Families

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The Finest Earthworms for Composting Were Raised in San Gregorio

Book by Thomas J. Barrett
“A practical inquiry into soil-building, soil conditioning, and plant nutrition through the action of earthworms, with instructions for intensive propagation and use of Domesticated Earthworms in biological soil-building.

Ever wonder what an earthworm is made of? For a larger image, click on the photo!

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John Vonderlin Says: Hulda Hoover McLean was an amazing woman.

Story by John Vonderlin

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)

Hi June,
I’ve attached a scan of the newsletter from a 2003 Rancho Del Oso Interpretive Center. Hulda was an amazing woman. I know she has passed on, but am not sure if she made 100. Her correspondence (5 linear feet) is at Stanford and is on my list to check out after I can read again easily. I’m sure she has the full story on the Waddell Beach Bypass. Just the 1905 picture alone tells me there is no way the poison-oak-protected road I explored was the old road, as it is about straight up the cliff from the horse and carriage. Her story is fascinating: www.stanfordalumni.org/news/magazine/1997/janfeb/articles/hulda.html
Enjoy. John

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Levy Brothers Built a Small Empire of General Stores (8)

All work for this story was done at the San Mateo County History Museum in Redwood City.

Levy Brothers Built a Small Empire of General Stores: Part 8, Finis

Adrien’s leanings toward real estate probably prompted the brothers to accumulate 3,000 acres near Pomponio Creek in the early 1900s. In the meantime, they also attempted to revive whaling south of Pescadero at Pigeon Point–plus a crew of two dozen men worked at their sawmill on Butano Creek.

As a mechanical cream separator revolutionized the dairy industry, the Levys invested in creameries and cheese factories. One factory, with 600 cows, stood at Pigeon Point [this sounds like it was part of the ranch that belonged to Loren Coburn]; another was located north of the old Peterson and Alsford Store in San Gregorio [which now belongs to the Cattermoles.] The third stood on the site once used by a water-powered grist mill on Pilarcitos Creek in Half Moon Bay.

About the same time, the Levys signed the lease for a much larger store–as big as three buildings– on Purissima Street in Half Moon Bay.

Although the Levys loved the small town atmosphere of the Coastside, they actively explored outside investments. By the early 1900s, most businessmen looked to the peninsula. Plans for the extension of an electric trolley car service from San Francisco to San Mateo tantalized potential investors.

As homes filled newly subdivided land, the population rapidly increased. The Levy brothers concluded that a move to the bay side held greater promise for their future.

By 1902, when the brothers had already opened their mercantile in San Mateo, newspapers continued to run ads for their chains of stores at Half Moon Bay, San Gregorio and Pescadero.

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AfterNote: The Levy brothers opened stores on the peninsula and moved there as well. All the stores on the Coastside were closed; the land at Pomponio Creek sold. After decades of success on the peninsula, the store’s owners looked to fresh opportunites in Half Moon Bay, returning there in 1972. But things didn’t work out as expected; the store was closed in the 1980s or 90s.

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1924: Comings and Goings

From the Redwood City Tribune

Feb. 4, 1924: “Dr. T. K. Miller of this place [Pescadero] is reported to have rented Mrs. Roy Johnson’s home, formerly the Yellow Moon Tearoom in Half Moon Bay, with a view of locating his practice in the coastside town to the north. Dr. Miller came to Pescadero from Lathrop a year ago. Since that time he has been identified with the Pescadero community, the Boy Scouts and the Odd Fellows. Mrs. Miller has purchased the books of the circulated library in HMB conducted by Mrs. Johnson.”

Jan. 25, 1924: Phillip Hoffman, recently discharged from the United States army, has established himself here as a cabinetmaker and general mechanic….Claude Scott was in town from the Gazos mills Tuesday. He reports great progress being made to get the lumbering operation under way.

Jan. 11, 1924: Paul Smith editor of the High School Carnelian has returned from a Christmas stay with his mother in Oakland…H. Phillips, proprietor of the New Pescadero Inn, made a surprise business trip to the city Tuesday…A. E. Rease, proprietor of the Emporium , the Mainn street garage here, is suffering from a serous attack of lumbago…

more coming

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Tags for Living Creatures…GPS for Humans…Story/Photo by John Vonderlin

Tags for Living Creatures…GPS for Humans
Story/Photo by John Vonderlin
Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)
Hi June,

I’ve attached a photo of a collection of plastic tags, mainly coughed up by Neptune’s Vomitorium. The most recent addition is the yellow one with #N703 on it. I found that one on Bradley Beach, south of Ano Nuevo, during my search for the access to the historic Waddell Bluff Bypass beach road a couple of weeks ago. Once again thanks to the Internet I was able to trace it. In this case back to the Dalton Marketing Group, a company that makes a wide variety of tags suitable for all sorts of domesticated and wild animals.
This particular tag is identified as a coffin-shaped Superflexitag. Below is the company’s explanation of the product.
Wider Gap for Thicker Fins
Regular tags are designed for ears but there are many circumstances where the gap between the two parts is not wide enough for fins which grow thicker as the creature ages.

Especially designed for Marine applications such as Turtles, Elephant Seals, Walrus and Certain Sharks. The Superflexitag uses a sold nylon pin with no needle in the applicator. Being Nylon with no hollow shaft the durability of this tag is unequalled. Available hot foil double deep embossed or laser printed as required.
Based on this info and its location, it’s probably safe to hypothesize it was once on an Elephant Seal. However, while researching the matter I discovered the website below that encourages researchers worldwide to submit the relevant information about tagging for their Sea Turtle research. Out of the hundreds listed, none fit the tag’s number and description. But, being voluntary it may not be a comprehensive list.
for Sea Turtle Research (ACCSTR) is maintaining the Sea Turtle Tag Inventory. tag series issued by the Cooperative Marine Turtle Tagging Program (CMTTP)

accstr.ufl.edu/taginv.html

You’d think researchers would be interested in knowing where the tags are eventually found after the death and disintegration of the tagged animal, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Only the pink ones have a contact request on them, PRBO in those cases. PRBO stands for the Point Reyes Bird Observatory, which is a large conservation and research organization. Unfortunately, when contacted they seemed to lack the “organized,” part as they seemed unaware of whom to contact and never got back to us.

The orange one has N.O.A.A. N.M.F.S. and a Long Beach address on it. That’s the National Marine Fisheries Service of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Since they didn’t ask us to contact them on the tag we didn’t bother.

We’ve seen a few other color tags, but didn’t collect them, as they were still pinned to dead pinniped’s flippers. After all I might collect marine debris, but I’m not a ghoul. In that case Meg calls the famous bone collector Ray Bandar and he drives down from San Francisco and cuts their head off to add to his world’s largest research collection of  marine mammal skulls. Kind of makes me feel normal knowing folks like Ray are out there. Besides, though some of the stuff I drag home reeks of decay, thanks to hitchhiking flora and fauna, I don’t have to keep a seperate car just for specimen recovery like Ray does. Enjoy. John

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John Vonderlin & Larry Fitterer Left a Message In a Bottle & They Are Getting Closer To The Truth About Monty Parker…

Story by John Vonderlin

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)

Hi June,

After our little adventure visiting “The Notch,” Meg and I drove the short distance south to where the Monty Parker Memorial stands, perched on a blufftop at the rappel site the Merry Pranksters reputedly used to access the beach below for “Acid Tests.” in the Sixties.

I had a jar I wanted to leave at the base of the sign that declares the spot to be: “AMBS BEACH, Monty Parker’s Favorite Spot in the World.”

Inside the jar was a slip of paper with Larry’s contact information on it and several sheets of paper and a pen. On one I wrote my name, the date of our visit and MONTY LIVES.

Imagine our surprise when we found a brand new one- inch rope tethered to one of the poles driven into the ground beside the sign, and leading over the cliff to the beach below. We couldn’t see anybody on the beaches visible to the north, or south, so possibly the rope is a permanent fixture.


Later, when I communicated this turn of events to Larry, he excitedly suggested next trip that we rappel down the rope and swim through the Warm Water Lagoon Double Arch to access the Acid Beach Cove area. The thought of climbing a sheer forty foot cliff hand over hand after a long tiring swim has me hesitant. So does the skeleton in one of the pathways leading back to Highway 1. I’m not superstitious, but it never hurts to remember there is no quick emergency help in this isolated area. I just hope my upper body strength hasn’t deteriorated as much as my swimming skills. Enjoy. John

The second photo is of the rappel spot and the new rope, looking straight down to the rocky ledge beach. The other photo is the skeleton in the path I mentioned. The odd thing is, every other deer skeleton I’ve seen was dismembered by scavengers. This one probably was picked clean by the vultures we see occasionally cruising the coastal cliffs. It was kind of eerie because of its intactness.

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What's in a South Coast Name? John Vonderlin Dissects 'The Notch'

Email John (benloudman@sbcglobal.net)
Hi June,

It took a while for me  to warm up to “The Notch’s,” name. It didn’t seem to measure up to its neighbor’s monikers. To the south there was the rebellious, psychedlic Acid Beach; the seemingly misnamed, but relativistically correct oddity, Warm Water Lagoon; the mysterious Monty Parker’s Amb Beach, and the “annagrammic”, French-love-triangle-sounding Triferet Beach. To the north, the more mainstream Greyhound Rock and Pelican Rock.

“The Notch,”  was seemingly named by Joel, Larry’s exploring partner (after the notch evident in Picture # 6418 (California Coastal Records Project)  at the top of the cliff) BUT when viewed from high altitude, the entire cove is nothing more then a tiny notch in the line of cliffs along much of this stretch of  Santa Cruz and San Mateo Counties.

My exciting and slightly dangerous trip to The Notch has made me respect the name more than I had. Now I think it’s a great name but I didn’t always. Chalk it up to the connotations that introduced me to ‘notch,’ the word.  As a youth, viewing endless Westerns on the newfangled idiot box, I became aware of the “tradition” of Bad Ass gunslingers, usually stone cold killers, who would enhance their fearsome reputations by carving a notch in their gun handle for every person they killed, either in the mythic fast-draw duel,  facing each other at noon in front of the saloon, or the more longevity-promoting sneak attack with a double-barreled shot gun blast in the back from behind a tumbleweed as their drunken victim left town.

Oddly, when I took up archery as a youth, I discovered the ersatz celluloid Indians I was viewing in those same shows were notching their arrows, that is engaging the notch at the feathered end of the arrow with the string of the bow, planning to fire an arrow into the heroic Good Guy cowboys, otherwise known as the fork-tongued white locust devils, hoping to cause their death.

Of course there’s the word “topnotch,” meaning first rate or excellent. While its origin is hazy, there can be no doubt there is some etiologic relationship indicated by the fact that he, who is not topnotch. has been taken down a peg.

Nowadays, with street gunfighting being frowned upon, you need to merely notch victories in athletics instead of deaths.

And of course, if you decide to climb over a mountain range, you’d be safer to cross at the Pass then trying to climb through the more dangerous Notch, a V-shaped rawer passage.

Lastly, yet oddly still in tune with all the other connotations of the word notch, as well as  with my reflections on my experience visiting “The Notch,” in a psychedelically hebephrenic sort of way, is the explanation for the Notch protein discovered in 1917 by Thomas Morgan. Thank you Wikipedia.
The Notch protein sits like a trigger spanning the cell membrane, with part of it inside and part outside. Ligand proteins binding to the extracellular domain induce proteolytic cleavage and release of the intracellular domain, which enters the cell nucleus tore alter gene expression.[6]
Great Name! Enjoy, John.

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