One of the famous landmarks in Pescadero was (and is) “Lincoln Hill,” on the south side of the town. “I’ve been on it enough,” Ma Frey, who tooled around in a 1935 Ford, said. “When I was a kid, we used to run up to see how fast we could get to the top, and when I was grown-up, I used to have to climb it all the way to get my cow. There was a nasty bull up there and I wouldn’t let the kids go up. I never was afraid of that bull.”
Lizzie Frey was born a McCormick [(“It’s Mick,” she interrupted, “We’re no Macs; we’re Irish.”] north of Pescadero, two or three ranches up Pomponio Creek. When she was a teenager, her father, John McCormick, purchased a hotel in town.
Her dad owned the Pescadero House, Swanton House and two livery stables. Both hotels were famous in the 1890s.
…to be continued…