The first story I received was from Jim White. He was kind enough to grant me permission to publish the story here on our blog.
FONG THE FAMOUS SNOW SHED COOK
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The next story is about Ranger Richard L.P. Bigelow, Royal Gorge and the crossing
on the American River from Emigrant Gap to Westville. Ranger Bigelow served with the
Tahoe National Forest from 1908 to 1936. Per Jim, who has read the rangers diary,
he sometimes stayed at the Emigrant Gap Hotel. I will try to obtain a copy of the diary
for the lodge - but for now here is a great story from Jim.
ROYAL GORGE OF THE AMERICAN RIVER
mounted, and headed south for Westville on the Foresthill divide to investigate a
report of a large forest fire burning near Michigan Bluff. It was 5 A.M. on August 1, 1909.
Ranger Bigelow had given orders to the trail crew at Mumford’s Bar on May 18th,
to build a trail from Mumford’s Bar on the North Fork of the American River to
Emigrant Gap for just this kind of emergency. He had a report that the trail was completed
and now was the time not only to inspect the trail job, but to use this new trail to lend a
hand in fighting this important fire.
Ranger Bigelow rode his horse across the North Fork of the North Fork, the East Fork of
the North Fork and then climbed almost one thousand feet up Texas Hill where he
continued south three miles and hit the new Mumford’s bar trailhead at a place
that was later named Government Springs. Later he would have a water trough installed
there for travelers to water their horses before the terrible two thousand feet decent to
the American River and a gold miner’s cabin called Mumford’s Bar Cabin. Upstream
from Mumford’s Bar about 7 miles was the jewel of the North Fork called the Royal
Gorge because of the remarkable beauty of the river running thru the huge soring
cliffs between Snow Mountain and the Wabena Ridge.
One hundred and four years later, on November 30, 2013, my wife Shirley and I headed
south from Emigrant Gap in our jeep, along this same trail to photograph the Royal Gorge
of the North Fork of the American River. About eight miles of the old trail is now a road and
paved. At the end of the pavement we turned east off the old trail on forest road 19, a dirt
road, headed for the abandoned site of the Big Valley Bluff fire lookout. Two thousand feet
below the old site we could see both downstream to the Mumford’s Bar Cabin and
upstream to Heath Springs, in the upper part of the canyon. Just below the lookout site
hidden in the trees was Palmer Camp, a mining camp used during the Great Depression
by a miner named Palmer who raised his family there. The old Palmer cabin on the north
side of the river was still standing during my last visit 20 years ago. This year we could see
at least a mile of the river was dry, with only a hidden flow of water below the river gravel.
We laughed as we remembered back in 1947 when we had driven my 1946 Pontiac out
to Government Springs and had hiked down to the river and back in one day. Shirley was
18 and I was 20 years old and that hike almost killed us.
In late July, 1955 I had visited with Bill Watson, Forest Service lookout at Big Valley Bluff
lookout, who told me of seeing several Golden Eagles flying below his lookout on some days. The old trail to the lookout was rough back in the 1950’s, and I had to hike a mile from my car to get to this
outstanding view. Parts of the old trail to the lookout are still visible to this day. The lookout
of course is long gone.
On this recent trip to the lookout the weather was perfect. Not a breath of air was stirring,
and a few clouds made the scene special. We photographed the Royal Gorge and the
river canyon below from a number of promontories to the east of the lookout, always looking
below, hoping to see an Eagle. After a couple of hours it was time to go and we reluctantly
headed the jeep up along the sharp ridge out with one glance back down the canyon.
And there they were, two Golden Eagles, with fixed wings, gliding below us. I let out a yell,
stopped the jeep, grabbed the camera with the long lens, and drew down on the birds below. The auto focus lens would not focus! The target was too small, the lens was not fast enough to focus, who
knows what went wrong? We missed the shot. The birds apparently landed below the point
of the cliff where we could not see them. We were to photograph no eagles today.
Ranger Bigelow rode his horse down into the American River canyon 2000 feet below
Government Springs and then back up to the Foresthill road at Westville where he ate
dinner. After dinner he received a message that the fire had jumped over Deadwood Ridge.
He saddled back up and was on the fire line by 4 PM. He supervised the fire fight till
midnight, slept on the line waiting for daylight. He then worked on the fire line
the next 3 days and established a camp to feed the fire fighters. After this fire was out
Ranger Bigelow rode his horse up Ralston Ridge, to French Meadows and three days
later arrived back home in Nevada City.
While sitting on the cliff at Big Valley Bluff and looking down on Mumford’s Bar, we
talked about Ranger Bigelow and his epic horse trips throughout the Tahoe National Forest.
I have a copy of his diary, but I really wish he had had a camera. The Royal Gorge must
have been even more royal those many years ago.
THE PICNIC TRAIN
By Jim L White
“I remember my father telling my brother Henry and me about how excited everyone on the Shebley Ranch got when they heard the train whistle blowing off in the distance, followed by the ringing of the bell, as the Picnic Train arrived at the old Storms Ranch Picnic Grounds, in the now Chicago Park area of Nevada County”.
Howard and Henry Shebley were talking to me about the old Nevada County Narrow Gauge Railroad (NCNG) Sunday “Picnic Train” which each Sunday ran from Nevada City and Grass Valley to the Picnic Grounds on the old Storms Ranch near the present Chicago Park, in Nevada County, California. In the early days there was a track from the regular picnic grounds up on the hill, down to his grandfather Joseph Shebley’s ranch on Butterfly Creek. For an extra $.15 cents the train would take you down about a mile to the Shebley Ranch and the ranch pond where you could row a boat, swim, and fish or buy homemade beer and other goodies not available up at the community picnic grounds. Most of the crowd would stay up at the regular Storms Ranch picnic grounds, so the Shebley Ranch and pond was something special
Picnics at the old Storms Picnic Grounds, later called Chicago Park Picnic Grounds often included a trip down to Shebley’s. In 1908 a cutoff made to the train’s route which eliminated the rails down to the ranch, but people continued to walk down to the Shebley Pond, since it was so beautiful. The history books tell us that an Indian village occupied the area at one time. A later owner of the ranch recalled a rock at the pond that had 26 grinding holes the Indians used to grind acorns.
Howard said his grandfather had worked in hydraulic gold mining at the nearby Red Dog and You Bet mines, prior to settling on the ranch where he conducted early experiments in fish culture and built the first trout hatchery in California. Years later, Ed Johnson, a Fish and Game Warden stationed at Placerville, El Dorado Co. told the author that he worked as a fish hatchery assistant for the then Division of Fish and Game in the 1930’s and planted trout fry raised at the Shebley hatchery. Milk cans of trout fry were hauled to the Chicago Park NCNG railroad station by one of the Shebley family where they were put on the train and taken to Colfax. There the milk cans were transferred to a Southern Pacific train and transported up in the mountains to Emigrant Gap. Ed and others in the planting crew would meet the train, unload the milk cans of trout fry and put them on pack horses to plant the nearby backcountry.
The Shebley name, known throughout the world at that time for advancement of fish culture is now forgotten locally. Howard’s grandfather, Joe Shebley had 4 sons who all worked for the early Fish Commission and supervised the building of most of the Commission’s hatcheries in the state at that time.
Howard and Henry were both proud of their family’s involvement with the first fish hatchery in California, but it was the Picnic Train and all the people who came to the old Shebley Ranch each Sunday that they as small boys enjoyed the most. Howard said that the first picnic of the year was usually planned for May. The Miners’ Union picnic was always held just after the 10th of the month as that was payday. There was always plenty of beer at the Miners’ picnic and a few fist fights, but no one ever fell off the train on the way home. Down at the Shebley’s Ranch the train crew often joined in the merry making. Howard recalled what a big thrill it was when the train crew let him and his brother toot the train whistle and ring the bell. Howard said the train crew never got drunk; they just got “happy”.
Both Howard and Henry Shebley made working for the Department of Fish and Game a lifetime career, and both were promoted to the rank of Fish and Game Patrol Captain where Howard served in Monterey and Henry in the north state.
As Howard and Henry told me this story about their grandfather and their family’s life on the old ranch along Butterfly Creek, I saw a sparkle and moisture in Howard’s eyes. He said “ I know you now live in Auburn and your family now picnics along Butterfly Creek, I just thought you ought to know something of our early lives on the ranch and how much fun we as kids had, waiting on Sunday’s for the Picnic Train”.
Howard and Henry Shebley and also Ed Johnson, the Fish and Game Warden from Placerville are now gone, but my thoughts often go to picnics with my family on Butterfly Creek, and remember some of the same joys of that land that the Shebley’s had. The old Shebley Ranch and the concrete fish troughs of the first fish hatchery in California are now under the deep, dark waters of Rollins Lake. In the late 1950’s I often parked my car near the south bank of the spectacular NCNG Bear River Bridge just east of Colfax. This bridge was 432 feet long, and 96 feet above the Bear River. I would climb around the barrier blocking entrance onto the bridge and walk out on the bridge to look up and down the Bear River. I remember the fear I had, wondering if the bridge would hold my weight. I now know why Howard said that “when they were young crossing the Bear River Bridge on the train, was “a thrill of a lifetime”. What a thrill it must have been for the Shebley’s to hear the Picnic Train blow it’s whistle and ring it’s bell as it came down grade into the Shebley’s Ranch. What happiness old men get from remembering their joys of youth?
THE LONG LOST TOWN OF FULDA AND FRIENDS FULDA CREEK
Mary, a neighbor from the Fulda Creek Community recently shared some of her knowledge of the Emigrant Gap area. She and her husband purchased their lot during the 1970s. The Fulda Creek Community is an off the grid area just adjacent to the entry to the Tahoe National Forest. We have been lucky enough to meet just about everyone from the community over the last 13 years that we have owned the Lodge. In 1980, the neighbors rebuilt the original bridge that crosses Fulda Creek to the community. The new bridge is concrete topped bridge. Mary (92) and Phil built their barn style cabin in 1982. They had an architect draw up plans for the 40 by 40 structure ensuring that it included space for parking a vehicle within the footprint of the building. The "barn" is built to withstand the sever winters we have in Emigrant Gap area. Beams in the building are huge and they still have hanging the block and tackle that they used to hoist the beams into place. Phil milled a lot of the lumber used for steps and other wood surfaces in the building. When you walk into their huge kitchen/living room area, you can just smell the lovely wood scent from the beams and woodwork.
Mary used to volunteer as a docent at Big Bend Ranger Station. When we first bought the lodge, the Big Bend Ranger Station included a lovely museum and offered hiking tours to the Loch Leven Lakes and for Star Gazing just a few exits up from Emigrant Gap. Unfortunately, budget cuts and maintenance costs closed down the station, which is now a Forest Service Fire Station.
Mary shared some interesting historical tidbits during our visit to her cabin. Here is some of that information and what I have discovered thus far about it:
Back in the 1930s there used to be a big sawmill located in Carpenter Meadow area (behind where Sierra Woods is located today). The mill burnt down and was relocated to highway 20. The mill may have been Smarts Wood Mill, but more research is required to confirm that.
The road down to Fulda Creek used to be dirt and gravel and it has a removable narrow gauge track along side it. When Mary and Phil purchased their property, there were still many railroad ties sticking out of the ground along where the tracks were located.
When they were hiking by Monumental Creek area, they found what they believed as an old steamer train engine. They notified the National Forest, historical groups and other academic groups about the siting and eventually, the old train part was removed from Monumental Creek and taken to UC Davis. The part was recovered by the Davis Antique Mechanics Club. The "engine" was most likely from the town of Fulda,
Fulda was a factory town that hosted a sawmill and a fruit crate and lumber company. Fulda was between Emigrant Gap and Blue Canyon. It originally had a train stop. a general store, a post office, and other buildings to help support the employees. The economy was dependent on lumber. They had a narrow gauge railroad that ran back to Monumental Creek and beyond. They also had some kind of a lift to raise the wood boxes from the factory up to the Southern Pacific railroad for shipping east and west. I was told that the railroad was a popular tourist destination on weekends, where people from Auburn would ride the SP train to Fulda, jump on the narrow gauge railroad and take their boxed picnic lunched back to the Monumental area, riding a train track that took them up Monumental Ridge to get a view of the gorge behind.
I recently found names of three companies that were located in Fulda in the early 1900s. One is the California Pine Box and Lumber Company, Towle Brothers and the Reed Lumber Company.
In 1910 the California PIne Box Company sued Southern Pacific for $2100 for excessive shipping rates from Fulda to Truckee. The pine boxes they made were used for fruit crates at the towns of Colfax, Dutch Flat and Auburn and other surrounding areas. Up until WW2, there were many orchards in the Auburn, Dutch Flat and Colfax area, growing pears and apples. I suspect that the Pine Box Company was here much later than Towle, and toward the end of the Read era, though I am still looking for information on that company.
In the 1880s, when Lumber was diminished in the town of Towle, the Towle Brothers Lumber Company purchased the Texas Hill Mill (located 4 miles due south of Emigrant Gap). The also had a larger mill located at the CPRR tracks. They enlarged that mill and added narrow gauge railroad lines fromTexas Hill to the CPRR Mill. Then they opened a second mill in Fulda Flat. When the final Towle Brother, George Towle died in 1901, the Towle family sold the mills to the Read (or Reed) Lumber Company of Canada (1902), The Read Company operated and expanded both the Texas Hill Mill and Fulda Mill. They built two inclined narrow tracks at Texas Hill. The Read Company ran the mill at Fulda Flat until 1920 when it sold the company and the big lumber was depleted. They continued to have interests in the area and did have a box making company down toward Sacramento after the 1920s. In 1913, the Reed Lumber company was robbed by Charles Mays, who was sentenced to two years at San Quentin for his robbery.
Below is a picture of the Read Lumber Company Locomotive. And here is a brief history of that Locomotive. It was originally Union Pacific 655, they sold to the Virginia and Truckee Railroad (1901) and supposedly broke over a dozen rails on a test run. In 1902 it was purchased by the Towle Brothers as number 25. It was later sold to the Read Lumber Company of Fulda CA when they acquired the mill. After that, it was sold to the American Fruit Express Company at MacDoel, CA. From here the history gets rather muddy. It was sold to a railroad in MacDoel, CA, and then scrapped in 1937. There is a lot of conflicting information on the 25. The Nevada Railroad museum has information on the #25 and another train called the #25 2. And MacDoel purchased another train in 1925 named the #25 2-6-2. It is possible that the 25 2-6-2 is actually the 25, since there is historical documentation that the 25 2-6-2 was supposed to be scrapped in 1937 - but that the owner refused to do so. The 25 2-6-2 was later used in the Movie "Stand By Me" and sold to the Oregon Coast Railroad where it is still in use today. I hope it is the same train, that would make this history a lot happier.
There is a great resource for information on both the Towle and Read companies. Images of Rail, Railroads of Placer County by Sommers and Staab. These photos are from the Colfax Museum collection and the Placer Sierra Railroad Heritage Society.
Gary, another local history buff, contacted the Davis Antique Mechanics Club and found that it disbanded in the 1990s. Lorry Dunning (84 years old) was the advisor for the club, pullED a steam boiler and frame from an old logging steam tractor.up a steep slope near Texas Hill in Emigrant Gap area. He used a tow truck for this task. He also stated that there was supposed to be aa steam locomotive lost somewhere by the Texas Hill area, but he had not heard if it was ever found.
Additionally, Mary told me that when Phil or their son were out hiking they found two smoke stacks sticking up out of dirt which may have been from a narrow gauge engine. She remembered that location to be somewhere between "Spring" road and Texas Hill road. The also said that near the same area, there was a sump in the ground which they believed was the reservoir for drinking water for the town of Fulda.
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