Showing posts with label San Diego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Diego. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

HISTORICAL CONNECTIONS

(This piece was written about our winter travels,
this one continues to look at our travels to San Diego, California.)

            I find it interesting that when you travel to another place faraway from where you call home, some interesting connections with your home may pop up along the way.  San Diego, California seems far removed from having any ties to Wisconsin or especially the Kickapoo Valley, but looks can be deceiving.  If you start digging into a place’s history, remarkable connections can be unearthed.
            Alonzo Horton is known historically as “The Father of San Diego”.  In downtown San Diego, the Horton Plaza mall is named after the real estate developer who began the process of turning the little mission town into a booming city.  Horton had come to San Diego shortly after the conclusion of the Civil War to make his fortune in real estate development.  He bought the area near San Diego Bay where the harbor was located.  Over a twenty-year period Horton sold over 200 city blocks of land in what became known as New Town.  With its location near the busy harbor, New Town businesses thrived and Horton became a very rich man.  He once said, during the height of the San Diego real estate boom, “I’m getting tired of handling so much money”. 
            Horton’s connection to Wisconsin is that before coming to California, he had made a fortune in real estate development in the Badger State.  Horton had moved west from Connecticut, where he was born, to purchase a large tract of land in eastern Wisconsin.  Horton’s land purchase coincided with Wisconsin becoming a state in 1848 and within a few years, he had developed a thriving town southwest of Green Bay.  The town, Hortonville, bore his name.  In 1851, Horton sold the last of his land interests in Wisconsin and headed to California during the great Gold Rush of that time.  He became a successful businessman in San Francisco before heading south to San Diego in 1867.
            Oscar Millard was known as the “Father of Ontario”, the small village located in the northern part of the Kickapoo Valley.  Millard came from the eastern United States after Wisconsin became a state and purchased lands for lumbering.  He ran a general store along the Kickapoo River and named the settlement that grew up around his store, Ontario, after his birthplace in the state of New York.  Eventually, Millard sold off his store and land interests (after compiling great profits at both ventures) and moved to the American West.  For a time he was located in San Diego, where he operated a general store at the same time when Horton was developing New Town near the city’s harbor.  While he was in San Diego, Millard had a grandson move to the city to work as a telegraph operator for the railroad.
            William and Henry Minor operated a lumberyard business in La Farge in the 1890s.  The Minor brothers also had a lumber mill located in the Town of Clinton, north of Bloomingdale and at the bottom of Perkins Hill.  As was the case with these lumbering operations, a little village grew up around the mill that was called Minortown.  The lumberyard was started in order to sell that lumber from the Minortown mill in the booming village of La Farge.  By 1899, the Minor brothers had sold their La Farge operation and headed north to start lumbering there.  They bought 4,000 acres in Forest County from the railroad and started a lumber camp at a place called Carter.  Soon after the mill at Minortown was disassembled and moved to Carter and many of the men who worked for the Minor brother’s lumbering in Vernon County went north to work there.  The lumber mill at Carter was very successful for the Minor brothers.
            Eventually, the Minor brothers moved to the state of Oregon, where they built another large lumbering operation.  They built a huge store that filled an entire block in Eugene, Oregon.  The Minor brother’s store became the retail center of Eugene.  When they decided to retire from the retail operation, the Minor brothers donated the huge store to the University of Oregon.  The proceeds from the sale of the store were used to create a perpetual chair professorship at the University of Oregon in the School of Forestry.
            In returning to the story of the connection to San Diego, Alonzo Horton found that there was not sufficient lumber available in southern California for the rapid expansion of his New Town development.  In order to get more lumber on hand to build the stores and houses in San Diego, Horton arranged for lumber to be brought down from Oregon.  An efficient highway or railroad system had not been developed at the time of Horton’s need for more lumber.  So, the lumber was assembled into rafts and floating booms in Oregon, then pulled down the Pacific coast by tugboats to San Diego.  The idea of the floating rafts and lumber booms is eerily similar to the early days of lumbering in the Kickapoo Valley.
            We know that the lumbermen of the Kickapoo Valley took the “The Fatal Oak” lumbering folksong north with them.  That song, taken from a poem written to memorialize the loss of three lads from La Farge killed in a lumber rafting accident, was sung in Carter and other lumber camps Up North and across the country.  Perhaps the Minor brothers, who originally worked in that early lumbering time in the Kickapoo Valley, when the rough sawn lumber was bundled into rafts and assembled into booms and floated down the river to Midwestern markets, took that knowledge to Oregon with them.  There it could have been used to enable their Oregon lumber to get to San Diego.  Perhaps, Oscar Millard, one of the early proponents of the Kickapoo River lumber rafts, built his store in San Diego using lumber delivered with that same transportation method.

            Historic connections – San Diego and the Kickapoo Valley – may tie people and places together forever.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Travels With Brad & Carolyn

In January, we went on a three-week holiday to San Diego, Hawaii, and Australia.  I will be posting some articles that I wrote about our trip on this blog.

We are flying First Class aboard a Delta MD-90 bound for San Diego.  I sit in my seat by the window, sipping from my glass of wine.  On this nearly cloudless day, the view at 33,000 feet is panoramic as I watch America’s Great Plains give way to the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.  Our flight slides down around Denver then starts a long descent near Las Vegas.
            This is where the friendly skies get interesting.  Before I would see an occasional plane off in the distance, a silver flick on the far off horizon.  Now, as we enter one of the busiest airspaces on the west coast, all that changes.  I see other airplanes everywhere.  Some are dropping down into a landing in Las Vegas or one of Nevada’s other gambling destinations.  Some are on their way east, heading back into the snow and cold of the Midwest.
            At one point, I notice that I can see three other airplanes from my window.  Then, WHOOSH, a bright blue Southwest Air jet flies past just below us.  I am amazed as the plane jets past us, flying in the opposite direction.  Its speed as it races by is startling. But soon I notice other airliners flying past us in various directions.  This air corridor into San Diego is a busy one on this Thursday morning.
            After crossing the southern California desert region, we start to descend into the coastal mountains that frame San Diego. As we descend, the mountains rise up and seem larger than they probably are.  Our plane keeps getting closer and closer to the coastal range and one could imagine a probable landing site at that altitude.  But after flying over Balboa Park, we descend towards the coast where the San Diego Airport is located.  Down between the hillside neighborhoods of the city we fly and descend to the shoreline of the bay where the landing strip awaits.
            A short cab ride takes us back up into Mission Hills, a place we flew above an hour earlier.  Our lodgings are in a guesthouse on Ingalls Street, the building is a converted carriage house from an earlier time.  We are staying in North Mission Hills – a gentrified neighborhood in progress – an old part of the city of San Diego.  That night we dine at the Harley Gray Kitchen & Bar on West Washington Street, a few blocks from where we live.  We eat coconut shrimp, mussels in the shell, lobster tails, sea bass and fish tacos.  All of the seafood is delicious and fresh; we are not in the Midwest anymore.  Later, we are driven back to our guesthouse lodgings in a Mercedes Electric car.  We are definitely not in the Kickapoo Valley anymore.
            We are visiting our niece, Caron, her husband David and their nearly four-month-old baby girl, Chloe.  They live a few blocks from where we are staying and the next morning we walk over to their place.  We stop at the Meshuggah Shack for lattes on the way.  The place has great coffees and there is nearly always a line of people waiting to get their morning Joe.
            While in San Diego, the high temperatures are in the 60’s and 70’s depending on how much sun shines.  It is cool at night and one needs a jacket or sweater if you are out and about.  There is light rain on a few of our days there, which is typical for the winter season.
            On another day, we go down to the bay and walk the baby in her pram along the walkway above the seawall.  We stop at an old lighthouse site that has been converted into a restaurant and have drinks and calamari on the deck as we watch all the boats go by.  San Diego is a busy harbor at most times and currently houses three US Navy aircraft carriers that are in port for repair and maintenance.  On just one of those carriers in port, there are 9,000 sailors working on board.  Having that many of the great naval carriers in port at once is not common and security is high as seen by the boats and helicopters constantly on patrol. 
            The tides of the Pacific Ocean are very high as we drive up to the La Jolla area and visit several beaches.  Near record surf with waves fifteen feet high has all of the surfers out.  At the Scripps Reserve Wind & Sea Beach area, Para-gliders fly overhead as we walk down to Black Beach.  The popular beach is packed with surfers of all sizes and shapes, using surfboards, paddleboards and other devices to frolic in the roiling waters.   David, who used to live in the Mission Bay area and was an avid body surfer, gives a little narrative of his old neighborhood as we drive south along the coast.
               One of our favorite spots while staying in Mission Hills was the Farmers Botteca.  It is a restaurant that serves organic foods and follows the farm-to-table format that is a growing national trend.  The food is excellent each time we stop at the Farmers Botteca; the place would remind you of the Driftless CafĂ© in our own neck of the woods.  The restaurant also has a bar that features several local craft beers on tap.
            The craft beer phenomenon is huge in San Diego; there are 150 craft breweries in San Diego County currently.  On one of our excursions David takes us to the Stone Brewery Company, the largest craft brewer in San Diego.  The Stone Brewery operation is located in several former naval barracks along the bay and the day that we visited the brewery, the huge bar, several restaurants and the beer garden were packed with people.  We had brought along three growlers for filling as the brewery always has eight brews ready for takeaway.  (I can attest that several of the Stone Brewery lagers and pilsners are very worthy creations.)  At the bar, the brewery offers not only their own brews, but also an amazing array of craft beers from all over the West Coast.  I think I lost count when I reached 120 taps of craft beers on hand!
            While we were in San Diego, the city sports scene was alive with NFL relocation news.  The San Diego Chargers, the current NFL team, may move to Los Angeles in the near future.  Or the Oakland Raiders may move to San Diego soon, possibly for next season.  Or the Chargers may stay in San Diego if the city and county will pony up lots of money for a new stadium.  All of the NFL speculation was really a circus at that time in the city.  This is all very amusing for a Packer fan used to the stability of their franchise in Green Bay.
            Speaking of the Packers, we all dressed up in our best Packer green & gold gear for the playoff game that Green Bay played with Arizona.  Despite the heartbreaking loss in that game, the photo that Caron posted on Face Book of Chloe, Carolyn and me in our Packer colors was “trending” and by the next day more than 125 people had “liked” it.
            After five days of fun in San Diego, we had to say goodbye to Caron, David and sweet Chloe as we were bound for Maui. Caron gave us an early morning ride down to the airport, where we said our goodbyes and squeezed off our farewell hugs.  Our Alaska Air flight left early from the airport and the Boeing 737-800 rose up over the city and away from the coast to start the six-hour flight towards the Hawaiian Islands.
            But that will be the next segment in this story of the trials and tribulations of our travel.  Until then, aloha!