Back then shipwrecks were fun because there was so much good stuff to take home!

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Hi June,
   I’ve attached the ScreenShots from an article entitled “Our Shipwrecks,” that lists the  shipwrecks of the San Francisco Bay Area and local coast from 1849 to 1869, The article appeared in the January 20, 1870 issue of “The Daily Alta.” I thought you might like this for your records. Enjoy. John
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John Vonderlin asks: More Pomponio Stories?

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Hi June,
  While reviewing my Pomponio info for the “explosives” question, I ran into this story that I had grabbed a reminder of, but not followed through with a full set of ScreenShots, because it wasn’t “coasty” enough beyond its Pomponio reference. I see you have a lot of good Pomponio stuff, is this story familiar? If not, I’ll send the old guy’s Pomponio stories if you’d like. Enjoy. John
June to John: YES! More Pomponio stories, please. So strange that someone would name a ” renegade: Indian, Pomponio, after a creek. One of those mix-ups, I guess? Personally, I love it.
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The Shame of the Red X’s

What is a Red X?

A Red X seems to appear when a photo doesn’t. I have a mac; John has something else.

He sends wonderful images and sometimes, too often, they refuse to cooperate and we get RED X’s. 

What does that mean? Ok, my dumb, help me out you who know. 

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P.S. I am also having trouble tapping the correct keys on the keyboard, and I think that’s because I’m still recovering from my recent loss. Burt, to be specific. Nothing works right. My whole body has gone through a big change and is trying to find its way back and part of that is learning to tap the right key to spell the word right. Don’t hesitate to email [email protected] to make the correction.

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Dominic asks: What is the odd cement bunker I saw?

Story by Dominic Lelli

Hi June from Dominic

A number of years ago 10-15 with a few classmates we decided to fish a pond at top of Pomponio Creek we had found on map.We parked on side of Pescadero Rd. near the C0unty park. We hiked NE through overgrown canyon up to ridge.Half way to ridge we reached a building 12×20 concrete with open concrete door on exterior of one side in old paint “danger explosives magazine”if you can’t shed light on past I will have to see if it’s still there before anyone else stumbles on odd cement bunker. In advance Thank You
 
Regards,
Dominic Lelli
P.S  Who can I contact to get more info on Spanish town Historical Group I left message on voice mail that was listed as phone contact never recvd. call back . Again Thanks for all your efforts I enjoy your site and books
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June: I asked John Vonderlin to answer the first part of Dominic’s question. I dealt with the second part.
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John Vonderlin to June and Dominic:
Hi June,
   It’s a pretty safe bet that it was an explosives storage building. I’ll hunt down an article I have about a fire destroying several mills in the area. They would have all used dynamite.
   I’ve attached a Coastsider weblink to a story about POST buying development rights from the Arata family. I bet POST did a full resources analysis before they put up almost 5 million just to keep the two square mile ranch from being developed. In the web article they talk about the Arata brothers, both in their eighties. I bet they would know.
   Meg and I took the Pomponio trail towards Mt. Ellen a while ago. That may be the trail he took. I’m waiting for her input as she lives right across Pescadero Creek from where he started. Great question about a relatively unknown area of the Coastside that is slowly opening up as Mid-Pen and POST buy up the old farms. Enjoy. John
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 johnv1Hi June, and Dominic
   I’ve attached a couple of ScreenShots from Google Earth
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of what I believe is Arata Pond. I’m assuming the larger body of water, just south of Arata Pond in the overview picture, is the Pomponio Reservoir. Perhaps, the emailer can verify that we are talking about the same place.
    I had no idea we were that close to the Pomponio watershed on the hike I mentioned. If the map shows the area where the building is/was perhaps he could describe its position in relationship to the pond and reservoir. I wouldn’t mind taking some pictures if it has any historic circumstances. I’d be glad to put it on my list. Enjoy.
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June to Dominic:
Here are a few ideas that may lead to new ideas:
the San Mateo County Museum has Spanishtown history, photos, documents. There is a local historian in HMB but I don’t her name. She may work for the City of Half Moon Bay     

Hard line for the big Redwood City county museum is 650-299-0104. The museum’s archivist/librarians i Carol Peteson
On my halfmoonbaymemories.com site there are many articles related to Spanishtown, the early name for Half Moon Bay;, it’s just not organized because of the way I work.
Also, there is a walking tour of HMB, an orange colored pamphlet that may still be available. You might find a copy a Bay Book in HMB.The bookstore is located in the Strawflower Shopping Center.
And there’s my HMB Memories book in the library (maybe) and another by Kathryn Guiltier (sp) and an Arcadia book that has not been highly praised. I would go with Kathryn’s book and the tour book of HMB  and what  the museum has been offered.
Dominic, let us know what happens!
 
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June 1919: Coburn Murder Still A Mystery

[Image of millionaire Pescadero landowner Loren Coburn]

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From the Coastside Comet

“Dr. W. A. Brook, as public administrator of San Mateo county, Monday, through Ross  & Ross, attorneys, filed a petition for special letters of administration in the state of Mrs. Sarah Satira Coburn, brutally slain at her Pescadero home last week. According to the petition, Mrs. Coburn left an estate valued in excess of $100,000, and a will in which in which some of her relatives are overlooked. 

“Mrs. Coburn’s will, disposing of her share of the Coburn estate, appraised at about $375,000 made bequests as follows: to the feeble-minded son, Wallace Loren, $50,000; to Mrs. Margaret Harrison, her companion for a year $2500; to Mrs. E.A. Eaton, friend, $2500; to Mrs. E.A. Eaton, friend $5000; so Attorney John McNab of San Francisco, $1,000a and the balance between Judge Bardin of Monterey and C. Widemann, lessee of the Coburn holdings. The reported mysterious disappearance of the club of wood with which Mrs. Coburn was murdered , and which is the most tangible clue the authorities have to work on, was cleared up Monday when it became known that Sheriff Michael Sheehan had possession of the death weapon.

“All day Sunday auoists halted at Pescadero to view the little eight-room house in which the Coburns lived and died. Half a dozen private sleuths  continue their investigations and report in the best detective manner, that there is “nothing new for publication.”

“In the meantime speculation continues rift on who murdered the wealthy widow, with the majority vehement in their belief that Wallace Loren Coburn, the demented stepson, had nothing whatever to do with it.

“For the first time in forty-five years, according to Sheriff Sheehan, Wallace Loren Coburn, the stepson, was given a haircut last Saturday at a barber shop.  Coburn fought against  being placed in the chair, but afterward seemed to enjoy the experience. He was also dressed in his first new suit of clothes in nearly half a century. He has had his hair cut by his stepmother or his mother, and has worn the castoff clothing of his late father, Loren Coburn [who died during  the 1919 Influenza Pandemic]

“From the Gardiner Sanitarium at Belmont, where the mad man is being kept, come reports that during the past few days, Wallace has repeatedly mumbled threats against well known residents of the coastside.”

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1905: John Vonderlin: Whoever has the Road has the Power (Political, I mean)

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Hi June,
  Here’s an interesting fork in the road
in the history of Half Moon Bay’s development.
This story is from the May 11th, 1905 issue of
the “San Francisco Call.”  It sounds like San
Gregorio’s chance to be a thriving town was
crushed by agitators in HalfMoon Bay intent
on maintaining their coastal primacy. They’re
probably still thankful.
  Is this the eventual Highway 92? Enjoy. John
 
MAY CONSTRUCT A WAGON ROAD
Residents of HalfMoon Bay
Discuss Advisability of
Tapping La Honda District
 
WOULD INCREASE TRADE
 
Funds To Carry Out Work
Could Be Easily Raised
By Private Subscriptions
 
HALFMOON.   BAY,   May.   10.—An   im – 
portant   agitation   has   been   started here
for   the   construction   of  a  wagon   road
which   will   tap   the   rich   La   Honda
district   and   divert  to   this   town   much
of   the   valuable   traffic   and   trade   that is
now   monopolized   by   Redwood   City   and
Palo   Alto.   In   and   around   La   Honda   a
very   profitable   trade   has   developed
from   the   presence   of   many   hundreds
of   summer  visitors   and   the   prospect
of   a   coastwise   railroad   has   made   the
possibilities   for   traffic   many   times
greater.   It   is   to   take   advantage   of’  this
traffic   that   the   construction   of   a   wagon
road   is   being   urged.  
   A   wagon   road   constructed   from   Half – 
moon   .Bay   five   miles   to   the   east,   to
connect   with    the   county  road   would
make   all   of   the   traffic   tributary  to  this
town.   Such   a   road   was   surveyed  many
years   ago   and   can   be   built   on   a   4.per
cent   grade.   It   is   argued   that   if   the
county   road   funds   be   not   sufficient   or
available,   private   subscriptions   should
be   raised   at   once   to   begin   the  highway.
At   present   Redwood   City   and   Palo
Alto   on   the   north   and   San   Gregorio   on
the   south   have   good   roads   into   La
Honda   and   reap   the   natural   fruits   of
such   an   advantage.   When   the   railroad
becomes   a   reality   it   is   feared   that   San
Gregorio   will   not   only   obtain   its   share
of   the   resulting   traffic,   but   will   absorb
that   which   should   belong   to   Halfmoon
Bay.   Such   an   event   would   be   a   very
serious   one   for   Halfmoon   Bay,   as   at   a
single   stroke   it   would   lose   its   primacy
among   the   coast   towns   of   San  Mateo
County.   A   wagon   road   such   as  that
now   being   discussed   would   prevent   any
change   of   existing   conditions.  
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Old Town, Kinnear & Pat Avila…Ring any Seashells ?

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i June,
  This page I've attached ScreenShots of popped up when I was researching
Gordon's Chute (not a lot out there). It's a geocities webpage. I've not been able to find out
much about the Kinnear who is mentioned here. He was Scottish, named Ebeneezer,
came here in 1868, and his son(?) John was a Coastside businessman after him.
I'd like to know what this page is from, as it has some great stuff. Are you
familiar with Pat Avila? Was the blacksmith shop rebuilt? Enjoy. John
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1908: And the winner is….the guy who walked to Santa Cruz….

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AND THE WINNING STORY IS: A WALK TO SANTA CRUZ
Hi June,
  This might be my new favorite travelogue to the Coastside. It reminds me of some ill-fated trips into the wilderness I had when I was a young man.  This is only one of the numerous interesting vacation stories on the “Junior Call” page (#2) of the October 17, 1908 issue of the San Francisco Call. Six watches were awarded for the best stories. This one is about a young man and his brother’s walking trip from San Mateo to Santa Cruz.
 
THE WALK TO SANTA CRUZ
 
ALFRED   MATSON,
502   Clayton   Street,   San   Francisco.
Crocker   School,   B   Eighth   Grade.
-.Age   14   Years-      
It   was   early   Saturday   morning,   June
28,   that   my   brother   and   I   started   on
the   long   walk   to   Santa   Cruz.   We   took
the   car   to   San-Mateo,   from   where we
started   on   our real walking   trip.  We
reached;   Redwood:   by   noon.   Here  we
had   our lunch   and   after   resting   we
started   toward   the   mountains.   We
walked   about   two   hours,   when   he   sud – 
denly   came   to   the   conclusion   that  we
were   lost,   for   there   were   hills   on   all
sides   of   us.   But,   as   I   had   noticed   a
cowpath   running      north  and   south,  I
suggested following   it,   which  sugges – 
tion   was   readily   accepted   by   my
brother.    After   following   this   path   for
about   half   an   hour   we   came   to   a   tiny
creek,   which   we   both   thought   a   favor – 
able   camping   ground.   Here   we   made
our coffee   and   ate   our   supper.   I rolled
Into   my   blanket,   but   my   brother   wrote
in   his   diary.   I   soon   went  to   sleep   –   and
awoke  at   dawn.  I awoke  my   brother and   then  
made coffee   while   my   brother   explored  the
surrounding   country.  He   came back
and   told   that   there  was  a  road   to   the
south   of   us.   After   breakfast   we   struck
out   along   the    road     and   it   was   hard
walking,   for   it   was   all   up  hill.   We
ate   our.   lunch; at  a  place called   Upenuf.
After   resting   a   while   we   started   again,
but   it   was   easier   now,  as   it   was   down
hill.   And   now we came   into the  red – 
wood   district, where   our  enormous    big
trees   rear    their   black,    green   heads   to
blue   California   skies.    After  walking 
until   dusk,   we   came   to   .the   little   town
of   La   Honda,   where   we   decided   to
camp   for   the   night.  
  We  found   a   good   camping   ground   un – 
der   two   tall   redwoods.   My   brother  and
I   went   to;   bed   early  for   we  wanted  to
reach   Pescadero  the   next  night.
   At  1   o’clock   the   next   day;   we   were   at
San   Gregorio.   Here   we   ate   our   lunch, but
soon   were   on   our   way,   for   Pescadero
was   a   good   ways   off.   After   a   dry   and
hot  walk   we   reached  Pescadero   at
nightfall.   By   good  luck,   we   found,   a
favorable   camping ground   on   a  bank   of
a   creek.   We   ate a  dry   supper;   for   I,
for   one,   was     very  tired.    Next    morrn – 
ing   I   found,   to   my  dismay,   that   my
brother’s   face   was   so  swollen  from
poison   oak   that   he was   blind.   So  I led
him   to   the   doctor,   who   asked   us   how
he   got   it,   but   we   didn’t   know,   but  he
must   have   slept   in  it,  for   it   was  all
over   his   body.   ~   He.   gave   us   a   prescription
that   he   said   would   cure him  by   that
night.   But   by   night  he  was  as   bad   as  ever,  
so   I   packed    up  and   we  went   to
the   hotel,   where.   we   got   a   room.  Next
morning   we   took  the   stage   to   Redwood
City, where   we   took  the   train   to   San
Francisco.   –   So   ends   the   eventful   tale   of
the   hike   to   Santa   Cruz;  
 
   This   contest   is   open   to   San   Fran – 
cisco   and   California   juniors   between
the   ages   of   10   and   16   years,   and   for
the   six   best   stories   published   each
week   The   Junior   Call   awards   as   prizes
six   handsome   school   watches.
For   the   younger   Juniors,   under   10
years   of   age,   another   contest   is   open,
particulars   of   which   are   given   on   the
fourth   page   today.
The   watches   awarded   in   this   week’s
contest   will   be   mailed   in   a   few   days.
If   you   are   a   winner   and   have   not   re – 
ceived   yours   by   next   Saturday,   let   The
Junior   Call   know   at   once.
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1863: John Vonderlin Asks: Really? Icky Cobbie-Webs Over San Gregorio

Hi June,

   When I ran across this short article in the California Newspapers Archive, I was reminded of my first encounters with this subtle phenomena and the trouble I had convincing others I wasn’t imagining it. This report from the October 4th, 1863,  issue of “The Daily Alta,” concerns a mysterious event that was reported near San Gregorio.

 

“A Shower of Cobwebs. — Mr. J. Shumway writes to us from  Mountain View, under date of the 1st inst, (sic) that on the previous day; a shower of snbstance resembling cobwebs, fell on the San Gregorio Rancho. In some pieces there were strings 30 feet long; in others there was a little tangled mass. The sky was clear; the wind was blowing from  the southeast, and the shower lasted for an hour.

 

   Being a fan and student of the odd and exotic, I was fascinated as a youth by the writings of Charles Fort. He collected a great number of reports of anomalous events such as this and along with Robert Ripley fed my developing view of the state of reality at Nature’s fringe. His reports of the raining of various animals from the sky through the years and across the continent were amusing if seemingly dubious, even to a wide-eyed youth, who assumed most anything written in a book must be true. As it turns out “Raining Animals” (Wikipedia) is a generally accepted weather phenomena, though its mechanisms are still debated. On the other hand, this particular phenomena of  “A Shower of Cobwebs” is a well-studied and well-understood subject, being called spider ballooning or kiting.

  When I first observed them, gobs of cobs that is,  flying in front of me as I was speeding down Highway 5, north of Bakersfield, I couldn’t get anybody to believe me I wasn’t seeing things. When after unsuccessful efforts to point them out to others I pulled over and began searching for these invisible things they assumed I’d gone off the tracks as well as the road. Just as I, in triumph, held up a small tangle of webs, pulled from a tumbleweed, to show them, another mass flew through the space between us and the truth was obvious to all. Of course, I used this event for comic effect in tall tale telling for the rest of the trip. You do know of the large vampire bats in the Sierra that rangers will not tell you about because they are an Endangered Species don’t you? Enjoy. John 

 

Here’s a short Wikipedia excerpt about Mr. Fort’s philosophy. No wonder I liked his stuff.

 

Charles Hoy Fort (August 6, 1874 – May 3, 1932) was an American writer and researcher into anomalous phenomena.
Jerome Clark writes that Fort was “essentially a satirist hugely skeptical of human beings – especially scientists – claims to ultimate knowledge”.[1] Clark describes Fort’s writing style as a “distinctive blend of mocking humor, penetrating insight, and calculated outrageousness”.[2]
Writer Colin Wilson describes Fort as “a patron of cranks”[3] and also argues that running through Fort’s work is “the feeling that no matter how honest scientists thinkthey are, they are still influenced by various unconscious assumptions that prevent them from attaining true objectivity. Expressed in a sentence, Fort’s principle goes something like this: People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels.”[4]

 

 

Ballooning (spider)

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Ballooning is a term used for the mechanical kiting[1][2][3] that many spiders, as well as certain mites and some caterpillars use to disperse through the air. Never is an actual lighter-than-air balloon formed; the silk has form enough to react with the wind to give lift and drag enough to mechanically kite the spider; researchers prominently applied the term ballooning for such dynamic kiting where the animal’s body is the dragging anchor to the silken kite. Biologists also applied the term “balloon silk” to the threads that mechanically form the lifting and dragging system. Distinguish the mechanics from the biological literature term.
Many small spiders use silk threads for ballooning. They extrude several threads into the air and let themselves become carried away with winds—both updrafts and windward. Tiptoeing behavior occurs as a prelude to ballooning: the spider stands on raised legs with the abdomen pointed upwards. Although most rides will end a few meters later, it seems to be a common way for spiders to invade islands. Many sailors have reported that spiders have been caught in their ship’s sails, even when far from land (Heimer 1988).
It is generally thought that most spiders heavier than 1 mg are not likely to use ballooning (Suter 1999). Also, because many individuals die during ballooning, it is more unlikely that adults will do it than spiderlings. However, adult females of several social Stegodyphus species (S. dumicola and S. mimosarum), weighing more than 100 mg and with a body size of up to 14 mm, have been observed ballooning using rising thermals on hot days without wind. These spiders used tens to hundreds of silk strands, which formed a triangular sheet with a length and width of about one meter (Schneider 2001).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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John Vonderlin: Take me to the”Holy Well?”

 

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Hi June,
   This little description of one of the Pescadero region’s
least known oddities of the mystical variety, “The Holy Well,”
 is excerpted from  a very futuristic article that appeared in
the April 12th, 1896 issue of “The San Francisco Call,” The
article was entitled “From The Bowels of The Earth,” and was
about well-boring, for geothermal power, for oil, for the “Center of
the Earth,” (280 years at standard rate). Mr. Hoagland, a
Red Adair kind of figure in the of well-boring industry, is quoted
extensively about his career. Amongst his stories was this one:
   
“In   San   Mateo   County,”   said   Mr.   Hoag – 
land,   “I   drilled   a   well   over   1000   feet   in
depth,   and   struck   salt   water.   Now   this
was   700   feet   above   sea-level   and   about
eight   or   ten   miles   from   the   coast,   on   Tar
Creek,   a   tributary   to   the   Pescadero.   We
were   aiming   for   oil   at   the   time.   The   most
curious   part   of   the   outcome   was   that   the
salt   water   flowed   every   seventh   day.
Somebody   styled   it   the   Holy   Well,   as
there   was   no   accounting   for   the   phe – 
nomenon.”
 
   Visiting Tar Creek has been on my list for a while,
but as friends say you usually can’t see the seepages
it derives its name from, it hasn’t risen close enough
to the top for me to make the hike. I’m thinking a picture of
the capped  “Holy Well,” just might make it worth it.
Enjoy. John
Caption for the image below reads: Leakage from the Seas Is Converted into Steam at the Root of the Volcano
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