Pine Mountain and Zaca Lake Forest Reserve (1898)

Zaca Peak left of center, as seen from Figueroa Mountain on June 14, 1937. (credit: J.E. Patterson)

“As a result of his 1903 visit to California, Roosevelt was to create the Santa Barbara National Forest out of the Pine Mountain and Zaca Lake Forest Reserves. This was the land that McKinley had set aside on March 2, 1898. … later known as Los Padres National Forest.”

Walker A. Tompkins, The Yankee Barbarenos

The following article appeared in the Los Angeles Herald newspaper on September 25, 1898. It announces the establishment of the Pine Mountain and Zaca Lake Forest Reserve, which took place on March 2, 1898 by presidential proclamation. The new forest reserve stretched through Santa Barbara and Ventura Counties in California. It established what was, in part, the beginning of what today is known as the Los Padres National Forest.

President McKinley established the Pine Mountain and Zaca Lake Forest Reserve under the Forest Reserve Act of 1891, which allowed presidents to set aside protected tracts of land by proclamation. The mention in the L.A. Herald of the reserve being a “gift of Congress” was apparently erroneous or meant indirectly.

On December 22, 1903, the Pine Mountain and Zaca Lake Forest Reserve was combined with the Santa Ynez Forest Reserve (est. October 2, 1899) to create the Santa Barbara Forest Reserve. Over the next sixteen years, additional acreage taken from the existing reserves of Monterey, Pinnacles, San Gabriel, San Luis Obispo and San Luis was added to the Santa Barbara tract. The land was subsequently reclassified as a national forest, and on December 3, 1936, Santa Barbara National Forest was renamed the Los Padres National Forest by the executive order of President Franklin D. Roosevelt.

As conveyed in the article, such forest reserves were originally set aside with an emphasis on protecting crucial mountain watersheds in order to provide water for agriculture and human consumption. The reserves were intended to protect native flora, but only in so far as it was necessary to maintain the quality and availability of water. Certain passages in the story make it clear that the protection of native fauna was not a priority.

The black and white illustrations are original to the article as published, while the leading black and white photograph above, and the other color photographs, it should be obvious, have been added.

A U.S. Forest Service map from 1933 showing the Santa Barbara Forest.

THE NEW FOREST RESERVATION

Pine Mountain, Containing 1,666,000 Acres, Gift of Congress
to Southern California-Enormous Possibilities of the
AreaImportance of Forest Protection

Information is timely regarding that most recent and generous gift of congress to California, and Santa Barbara and Ventura counties. In particular, Pine mountain reservation, covering 1,666,000 acres.

So large is the area, and so wildly rugged, that the government found two
commissioners necessary: B. F. Crawshaw for Santa Barbara county and W. N. Slosson for Ventura county.

Originally Edgar B. Davison, H. H. Doyle (the present county clerk of Santa
Barbara county), Henry Robinson (editor of the Santa Ynez Argus), Mrs. Flora Haines Loughead and others suggested to Congressman McLachlan that Zaca lake and a few sections adjacent be set aside as a government reservation. Mr. McLachlan fathered the idea at Washington. Nothing further was done until Mr. Doyle formulated a petition
and Mrs. Loughead and others circulated it, obtaining many signatures. Thus revived, Mr. McLachlan’s successor, C. A. Barlow, took hold and amplified the bill to cover most of the mountainous part of Santa Barbara and Ventura countiesall in deed not hitherto preempted and settled. Mr. Barlow succeeded in pushing the measure to a successful goal and it became law de facto. Before this the magnificent pine forests were being rapidly destroyed. Mr. Davison’s articles in the country press had great influence in forming public opinion to be ready to support the petition.

Thus Pine mountain park was born. It is truly a magnificent reservation. The writer, listening in love of nature to her various language, has in past days often heard her curse the vandals who fired her forests, ranged stock over the uplands to the destruction of young tree growths, and stretched barbed-wire fences over miles of territory to restrain the public from travel.

Zaca Peak

I have stood in the valleys and seen Zaca peak, visible for forty miles, one vast blazing torch, lighting the big Santa Ynez valley the night through. It was an awful and a glorious sight, but saddening to the soul. Other peaks, indeed the whole range of pine-clad mountains, have similarly lit the night in that region and left but desolation behind. Yet miles and miles of untouched forest remain, and under government care will bless the slopes of the San Rafael and Santa Ynez mountains, preserving the priceless heritage of their bountiful watersheds to the valleys of Santa Barbara and Ventura counties.
In one thing this reservation is unique. From any of its high peaks, as San Rafael (4400 feet), for instance, one can turn from gazing eastward over a wilderness of stupendous crags and abysmal canyons and view the “Balboan sea.” Away to the northwest, across the intervening valleys of the Santa Ynez, Los Alamos, Santa Maria and others, Port Harford is visible, and beyond it cold ocean, blue-gray on the horizon. Thence southerly, down the coast to Point Conception, Lompoc, Gaviota landing, Santa Barbara (city) and below Ventura to the headlands on the Los Angeles county shores. All this lateral scenery. In the foreview loom the channel islands. From that high point the geological contention that these islands are but submerged spurs of the Coast Range mountains is easily realized.

Zaca Lake

In the spring these slopes and precipices are the Golden State’s own vernal glory. Change the view point to Zaca peak. Right at one’s feet seems to lie Zaca lake, as lovely a stretch of water as the California mountains hold. Away down, 1500 feet below the spectator, it lies, like a sapphire or dew-drop amidst the pines. The lake is not large, but the judicious expenditure of a couple of thousands of dollars on the cracks in the strata in the lower end of what is termed “the sink” would make it a body of water a mile and a half long, half or three quarters of a mile wide and perhaps one hundred and twenty feet deep. It now covers thirty acres, eighty feet deep. Such a body of water, apart from its being henceforth a popular resort for many hundreds of visitors, would be a natural reservoir whereby the five hundred square miles area of the Santa Ynez valley would be made to blossom as the rose. The lake, even now, undeveloped, is always overflowing into a small stream which runs some twelve miles down the canyon; and this, too, after our long season of drought.

Colonel Crawshaw, who has just returned from his first visit to the reserve and the lake, says truly that the park is one of the grandest scenic portions of this state, and compares it to the scenery of Switzerland. If the government will furnish a sufficient force of rangers, Commissioner Crawshaw will see that the reserve is protected from fires and depredators.
The reserve is an aggregation of terrific canyons, separated by unscalable mountain walls, and communicating with each other only at such long intervals as to make it a day’s journey, or even longer, to go from one to another. Such are the Manzana, Cachuma, Santa Cruz, Santa Ynez headwaters, etc. There are five of these vast gorges in Santa Barbara county and others in Ventura. A ranger is absolutely necessary for each of these larger canyons, in order to properly protect the watersheds from forest denudation by fire, stock rangers and wanton timber cutters.

No more excellent hunts of big game, such as mountain lion, bear, deer and like animals are to be found than these grand chasms. Lovers of nature can find in the remaining forests, and in the new forests the protected future will mature, more true recreation, better hunting and fishing, than elsewhere in the state, perhaps excepting the ranges of Northern California and those near the Nevada line. And this is all within forty or fifty miles of Santa Barbara city. Only this month George Owen killed seven big mountain lions on the reservation.

“Uncle Davy” Brown’s cabin, in the Manzana canyon, is one of the few traces of human life as yet to be found. Brown lived in that lonely gorge, twenty miles from anybody, nature’s child, and but little less rugged than his surroundings, for thirty years. He was 95 years old when at last he sought the valleys for care in his old age and at his death, which took place this year. Gentle as a woman, notwithstanding his ruggedness, kindly welcoming all freely to his home, “Uncle Davy” was a character loved by all who knew him.

The Hon. Benjamin F. Crawshaw, the first commissioner for the Santa Barbara district is a Pennsylvanian. He is an old newspaper man and an experienced official in the Interior department, having been there for twelve years. He has been a resident of the city of Washington for the past eighteen years. He is a lawyer, and has been admitted to practice before the United States supreme court. He is also an Odd Fellow of high degree, and in 1892-3 was grand master of the District of Columbia.

For the eastern half of the reservation Hon. Willis N. Slosson is commissioner. Mr. Slosson is a native of New York. In the fall of 1871 he moved to Kansas and eight years afterward to Michigan. He was a member of the Michigan legislature in 1889, and deputy collector of internal revenue under the Harrison administration, and sergeant-at-arms of the Michigan senate in 1895. He is a Knight Templar and thirty-second degree Mason. His headquarters are at Nordhoff, Ventura county [known today as the town of Ojai].

Edgar B. Davison, who has done as much as anyone else to procure the reserve for Californians, is a young man, a resident of Ballard, near the reserve. He is 29 years old, and has lived near or on the tract for fifteen years past. Pleasing to state is the fact that his zealous efforts to secure the state a splendid reserve have not been unrecognized at headquarters. Mr. Davison is now one of Commissioner Crawshaw’s assistants, and has his headquarters in Brown’s cabin, on the Little Manzana.

A pool on “the Little Manzana” or what is today known as Davy Brown Creek.

As showing how desperately necessary it has become for the government to use the most stringent measures, especially against fire-setters, on these reservations, the following is conclusive:

A dozen years ago water was abundant at definite levels in all wells throughout the Santa Ynez valley. The Santa Ynez river, rising in the reservation, ran 3000 inches in November. Today, vast fires having raged in the forests every year since, all wells have to be sunk ten feet deeper to reach water at all, and more feet to strike abundance, while the river is a mere brook long before November days bring lowest water.

Restoring the forests will bring again the old conditions, when, a hundred years ago, the old mission padres and their Indians tilled a valley full of streams and of forests. Today it is, by comparison, almost a desert. Plant the pines again; the spruce, the firwhich all grew there. Plant, fort low growths, the pepper, which thrives amazingly in those hills. Severe though the penalty for fire-setting be, it is not enough. A five-thousand-dollar fine sounds big. Irresponsibles who wantonly destroy forests are never able to pay a tenth part of that sum. Alternative punishment is only two years in prison. To many this sentence has small terror. I would suggest that those two years be put in by the criminal who, by carelessness, will fire a forest, at replanting the area ravaged, under guard of United States troops, a body of whom might well be on every reservation, subject to the rangers’ needs for extinguishing fires. Our forests are our wealth, more so than our mines, for agriculture is impossible without water, and water is not where forests are gone.

F. S. OLIVER.
Santa Barbara, September 22d.

Related Posts:

The Storied Life of Davy Brown

Davy Brown’s Cabin (1898)

John Muir Writes of Davy Brown

Camping out in California: Pine Mountain Narrative (1887)

Reference:

The National Forests of the United States (PDF), The Forest History Society

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Buckeye Butterfly

A buckeye butterfly (Junonia coenia) on a coreopsis flower at the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum’s Butterflies Alive exhibit.

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Eavesdropping in the Woods or “He Just Doesn’t Have the Drive”

Wild mustard in bloom within the Ventura River Preserve.

I lay on my back aside El Nido Meadow, sprawled across a trailside bench in the dappled light filtering through the oak tree canopy. Staring up at a patch of blue sky framed by bushy green oak branches, I listen to the chorus of bird songs filling the shallow canyon, and watch the branches overhead bounce in the light afternoon breeze. My backpack and a water bottle sit at the foot of the bench.

A human voice interrupts the solitude. My attention is refocused on the voice as it slowly grows louder coming up the trail along the creek. I guess that it’s a small group of walkers out for a stroll before hearing the rhythmic clip-clop of horse hoofs on the packed dirt. I’m not paying attention to what is being said, but just listening to the approach of whoever it is loudly making their way up the trail toward me.

As the talkative lady approaches her words begin to register. She is telling her friend about her relationship with another person. I could have cared less, I wasn’t trying to listen with any interest, but it wasn’t like I could avoid hearing the conversation. Then she veers into quite an unsuspected, very personal topic.

“We have sex and it’s fun, you know,” she says having no idea that I’m laying on the bench within earshot. Whoa! I think, surprised at what I just heard before considering what was said. Well that doesn’t sound very convincing, I think. “It’s fun, you know” isn’t exactly a rave review. “He’s a really sexy dancer,” she adds trying to pad the guy’s extracurricular resume before continuing her previous thought. “But he just doesn’t have the drive.” Doh! Yep, somebody ain’t makin’ the cut.

“Oh! Hello there,” she says in surprise as she finally sees me. She wasn’t actually talking to me. It was more a nervous reaction than a greeting, like a feigned laugh in response to an uncomfortable question. “Well, he looks tired,” she continues and mutters something else to her friend as they pass by obviously embarrassed. I lay still continuing to look skyward, relaxed on the bench about fifteen feet from the trail, as if sleeping and they weren’t even there.

I thought of making a friendly comment to acknowledge the embarrassing yet somewhat comical situation, but refrained. I didn’t want to turn an already awkward moment into something bizarre, or even creepy, with a failed attempt at humor in my effort to ease the uncomfortable situation. I decided that a lone dude lying around in the woods rising from a bench to comment on two lady’s conversation about sex wasn’t a wise idea. A thought my wife confirmed as accurate later that afternoon when I recounted the story to her. I lay hidden in plain sight behind my sunglasses and hat as they passed on by and left me to continue my lounging. As their voices faded the canyon once more filled with bird song.

El Nido Meadow

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El Nido Meadow, Ventura River Preserve, Ojai

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Alaska

A friend of the blog, Micah Pueschel, of the band Iration, was up in Alaska last week playing a gig and snapped this wilderness shot.

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Oil Seeps at Carpinteria, California

Oil seep at Carpinteria State Beach.

“Cabrillo’s description of the Chumash of the Santa Barbara mainland is the oldest ethnohistoric document concerning California Indians.”

—The Natural World of the California Indian, Robert F. Heizer & Albert B. Elsasser, University of California Press (1980)

Naturally occurring oil seeps have long been a defining feature of Santa Barbara County. In numerous locations, both on land and at sea, crude oil, or asphaltum, naturally oozes from the earth.

Being born in Santa Barbara, and spending a significant amount of time at various local beaches throughout my childhood, I grew to love the endemic fragrance of crude oil wafting in the beach breeze. Similar to a 21 year old that drinks themselves into a sickly stupor on their birthday, and for weeks afterwards cringes at the smell of alcohol, the scent of raw crude oil triggers vivid memories for me. But pleasant feelings rather than stomach turning repulsion.

As one might sniff a flower for its pleasing aroma, I love the sweet smell of crude oil. After travels through foreign lands, when I return to the California coast and catch its odor in the wind, I know I’m home.

Archaeological evidence indicates humans first began using oil from natural seeps in the Santa Barbara area around 5000 B.C. Several early Spanish explorers recorded numerous entries in their diaries about oil seeps, and their use by Chumash Indians in California.

A wood plank Chumash canoe, or “tomol,” caulked with a mix of pine pitch and asphaltum, called “yop” in their native language. The canoe was built in 1912 under the direction of 73 year old Fernando Librado Kitsepawit (b. 1839-1915), the last full-blooded island Chumash. The canoe is displayed at the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum.

In 1775, Spanish soldier Pedro Fages wrote of seeing asphaltum springs while exploring California. In San Luis Obispo County, near the old Spanish mission, he noted “as many as eight springs of a bitumen or thick black resin that the Indians call chapopote; it is used chiefly by them for caulking their small watercraft and tarring the vases and pitchers the women make for holding water.” Fages described the wood plank canoes built by the Chumash natives as being “. . .well joined and caulked, and of quite graceful lines.”

In 1772, the Spanish expedition through California led by Juan Bautista De Anza came across asphaltum oozing out of the ground and flowing into the ocean. Friar Pedro Font wrote of seeing “a good-sized spring of asphalt” near the base of what is today known as Conejo Grade along US freeway 101 in Ventura County. He also commented on the craftsmanship of Chumash plank canoes:

“They are very carefully made of several planks, which they work with no other tools than their shells and flints. They join them at the seams by sewing them with very strong thread and fit the joints with pitch by which they are made very strong and secure.”

A close up view of the asphaltum and plant fiber used to seal and caulk the Chumash wood plank canoe at the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum.Oil stained stone caulking tools used by the Chumash in the crafting of canoes. The wood planks were hewed with stone adzes and sanded with shark skin.

Historical marker in Carpinteria, California at a towering, old sycamore tree a short walk from the oil seep featured in the video below.

In 1769, Spanish explorer Gaspar de Portola witnessed Chumash Indian craftsmen building canoes near their village Mishopshnow. The soldiers of his expedition named the village La Carpinteria or the Carpenter Shop. Today the small seaside town 10 miles southeast of Santa Barbara is still called Carpinteria.

A mural depicting Cabrillo meeting the Chumash, as seen inside the Santa Barbara courthouse.

Some two hundred years earlier, Portuguese explorer Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo, sailing under the Spanish Crown, had recorded a similar account of the Chumash building canoes at the village of Mishopshnow. In 1542, the expedition he led witnessed the Indians using asphaltum from nearby seeps to caulk their canoes, and Cabrillo subsequently used it himself for similar purposes on two of his caravels.

In addition to using asphaltum for sealing their seagoing canoes, the Chumash used the naturally occurring crude oil for a wide variety of decorative and practical purposes. The black viscous substance was used to waterproof water jugs made from plants and to make basket hopper mortars, whereby a bottomless basket was attached to a stone mortar base using asphaltum.

Asphaltum sealed Chumash water bottle on display at the Santa Barbara Natural History Museum.

Beads made of shell glued to animal bone using asphaltum.

A remnant half of a basket hopper mortar with the faint black stain of asphaltum still visible around its edge.

At Carpinteria State Beach, a few minutes walk from the historic location of Mishopshnow, oil flows freely from the ground and onto the seashore. Long after the Chumash first collected the asphaltum, Americans began recovering it from the same deposits and used it to pave some of the first streets in San Francisco and Santa Barbara. The same sort of crude oil springs once used by the Chumash to waterproof their renowned tomols and later to develop American cities can still be seen today.

Bibliography:

The Anza Expedition of 1775-1776: Diary of chaplain Fray Pedro Font

University of California, Santa Barbara Timeline History of Seeps in the Santa Barbara Channel

California Indians: Artisans of Oil, Susan F. Hodgson, California Dept. of Conservation Division (2004).

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Sulfur Mountain Oil Seeps, Ventura County

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