Yeah, Governor Grusom is getting scarred, the recall efforts are mounting. Or maybe it’s because there is a new president in the White House, either way, politicians suck.
But at least a few more people in CA can win an honest wage. So after being cooped up in this city for too long, it was time to take a drive. The destination? Try and find the remains of the San Francisquito Dam.
We took the long way, because why not go for a drive. I’m sorry I didn’t get pictures of the snow, on the low mountains. It was there.
We ended up in Lake Huges. There is no more lake here, even Elizabeth lake is shrinking to nothing. But here we were in a small western town, a little over an hour away from our home in the big busy city. If the bikers like the Rock Inn, then it can’t be all bad, so in we went for lunch.
No seating inside, but there is a large patio and second story balcony. Did I mention a western town, well hamlet. Full of the western feel here.
The Hurd family moved here in the 20s. 1920s’ a hundred years ago. The location was postoffice, general store and gas station. Even an hotel. It burnt down, so in 1929 it was rebuilt with local rock. By the mid 70s ownership changed, and today, it is the local bar, hangout and a stop for bikers.
I’m not sure if this was part of the hotel, or is just a private home right now.
All over town, as in every town in CA, people are out eating at restaurants, regardless of weather. Lucky for the Inn, people always stopped in for food and were free to sit outside and eat. Yeah, one of the best burgers I’ve had in a while, because I simply haven’t bought food from anywhere but the supermarket in a while.
I was dressed appropriately in winter gear, Joel had to pull out his emergency sweatshirt. The good old University of Bologna we bought when visiting Erez there 19 years ago…
Across the street, a memorial post, I didn’t go to check what it was.
Along with the bikers, looks like a local antique car club stopped here for lunch. Btw, there were also couples and families out enjoying good food and good company.
We drove the length of San Francisiqito Rd, and couldn’t find the remains of the dam. We did find this lone Ostrich, must be left over from the days when Ostrich farms were a thing. We did see an alpaca farm, I’m hoping they at least turn their fleece into yarn.
As for the remains of the dam, never found them. there is a power plant, water coming in big pipes from the CA aqueduct. Maybe that is the location of the old dam, but we couldn’t enter there. And clearly, although everyone is happy to blame Mulholland for the failure of the dam, no one in the government of CA will take responsibility or even leave a marker for this sad piece of history.
Rather amazing, not far from suburbia and modern towns, there are these wonderful little western hamlets.
Leah