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'''June 30, 1879 [Stehman Forney to Mr. Carlile Pollock Patterson, Superintendent, U.S. Coast Survey]:''' “…At the southern end of the island there is a good lee from northwest and northeast winds, with a shallow sand beach, making it uncomfortable to land in boats. This anchorage is called Smugglers Cove… The only [water] tanks of note and importance are those at the southern end of the island, near the beach at Smugglers Cove... From the anchorage at Smugglers Cove, there will be seen a sand beach about one mile in length. At the western end of this beach and near the anchorage, two large gulches close to each other (about one thousand yards apart) run from the beach towards the top of the island in a northerly direction. The eastern one of these gulches has a pond of brackish water, and in its gulch the tanks will be found. Barrels can be consistently filled from these tanks and rolled down to the beach near the anchorage at Smugglers Cove…” | |||
'''December 4, 1898 [LAT]:''' “San Clemente. A fortnight’s hunting trip on this little-known island. We left Long Beach one fine morning in the latter part of August for a camping and hunting trip on San Clemente… It is not easy suitable to describe Castle Rock at the west end of San Clemente… Seal Harbor is a few miles further on… We arrived at our stopping place, Smugglers Cove about 11 P.M., dropped the mud hook, waited for daybreak…” | '''December 4, 1898 [LAT]:''' “San Clemente. A fortnight’s hunting trip on this little-known island. We left Long Beach one fine morning in the latter part of August for a camping and hunting trip on San Clemente… It is not easy suitable to describe Castle Rock at the west end of San Clemente… Seal Harbor is a few miles further on… We arrived at our stopping place, Smugglers Cove about 11 P.M., dropped the mud hook, waited for daybreak…” | ||
'''November 8, 1901 [LAT/SCat]:''' “Avalon. George Cornell, skipper of the Mascot, and George Gimilier, had an experience a few days ago which they do not care to repeat. The Mascot is running between San Clemente and Santa Catalina islands carrying fish, and meets the steamer here every day when the weather permits. Last week in going to Clemente they encountered a very rough sea, with a northeasterly wind, and finding no shelter on this side of the island, they ran around to Smugglers Cove, on the south side. Here they were storm-bound for three days, not daring to venture out. All the provisions they had during that time was one loaf of bread, half a dozen tomatoes and an onion. They have provided against another such emergency, and now carry a culinary outfit and a well-stocked larder with them.” | |||
'''January 29, 1902 [LAT/SCat]:''' “Avalon. What would appear to be a pretty good joke on the officers of the revenue cutter Bear has come to light. In cruising about the Channel Islands looking for smugglers, the cutter visited Smugglers’ Cove on San Clemente Island. Seeing evidences of recent occupation, they began a search, which resulted in their finding a cache of provisions in a little cave, sufficient to feed a number of men for a week or two. With visions of smugglers landing bands of Chinese to be picked up later by small boats, the officers imagined they had struck a hot trail, and ever since, the Bear has been hovering around the spot, watching for the villains to appear, when she would pounce upon them. The joker in the incident is that the cache is one placed there and maintained by John Robarts, superintendent of the island for the San Clemente Wool Company, who has supplies of provisions at several places on the island where they can be utilized when he is obliged to visit those points, which is at frequent intervals…” | |||
'''July 26, 1910 [LAH]:''' “Long Beach, July 25. …The news has reached here that John Ruggs, a high school student, and Frank Randall, also of Long Beach, were driven into Smugglers Cove at San Clemente Island a week ago and compelled to remain there three days until the heavy seas subsided. They had only one day’s rations and when they gave out they found a hermit’s house by walking ten miles. The hermit shared his food with them gladly. The youths were in a small Avalon boat.” | |||
'''July 27, 1910 [SBMP]:''' “The Long Beach correspondence of yesterday’s Herald tells of the harrowing experiences of a yachting party that visited Santa Barbara a few days ago. The story follows: Almost starved and in a weakened condition, six Long Beach youths who sailed away a week and a half ago in the sloop Diana for a cruise among the islands and to Santa Barbara, reached home this morning after enduring unusually strenuous experiences on the trip from Santa Barbara. Leaving there at 1 o’clock Friday afternoon, the boys expected to get here Saturday evening at the latest. They took provisions for a day and a half. Instead, the trip took them sixty-eight hours. They cut down their rations and since Saturday night had only small portions of beans or of bread apiece. Yesterday morning their water supply got so low that it was apportioned out, a half cupful to a man, to last him for the rest of the trip. Leaving Santa Barbara under sail the Diana soon encountered a dead calm. The engine was started, but a little later the clutch refused to work, and the boys did not have tools with them to repair it. They drifted for a long time, an occasionally a faint breeze helped them along. The boys fished but could not get a bite. Finally they reached the breakwater at San Pedro last night. It took them ten hours to get from there to the Long Beach pier. On arriving there, they made a break for the nearest restaurant and devoured enormous breakfasts. In the party were Roger Roe, Phillip and Richard Bixby, Frank Vial, Clement Nadeau and Wilmont Long, all members of the Elk Rodeo Club. The news had reached here that also John Ruggs, a high school student, and Frank Randall, also of Long Beach, were driven into Smugglers Cove at San Clemente Island a week ago and compelled to remain there three days until the heavy seas subsided. They had only one day’s rations and when they gave out they found a hermit’s house by walking ten miles. The hermit shared his food with them gladly. The youths were in a small Avalon boat.” | '''July 27, 1910 [SBMP]:''' “The Long Beach correspondence of yesterday’s Herald tells of the harrowing experiences of a yachting party that visited Santa Barbara a few days ago. The story follows: Almost starved and in a weakened condition, six Long Beach youths who sailed away a week and a half ago in the sloop Diana for a cruise among the islands and to Santa Barbara, reached home this morning after enduring unusually strenuous experiences on the trip from Santa Barbara. Leaving there at 1 o’clock Friday afternoon, the boys expected to get here Saturday evening at the latest. They took provisions for a day and a half. Instead, the trip took them sixty-eight hours. They cut down their rations and since Saturday night had only small portions of beans or of bread apiece. Yesterday morning their water supply got so low that it was apportioned out, a half cupful to a man, to last him for the rest of the trip. Leaving Santa Barbara under sail the Diana soon encountered a dead calm. The engine was started, but a little later the clutch refused to work, and the boys did not have tools with them to repair it. They drifted for a long time, an occasionally a faint breeze helped them along. The boys fished but could not get a bite. Finally they reached the breakwater at San Pedro last night. It took them ten hours to get from there to the Long Beach pier. On arriving there, they made a break for the nearest restaurant and devoured enormous breakfasts. In the party were Roger Roe, Phillip and Richard Bixby, Frank Vial, Clement Nadeau and Wilmont Long, all members of the Elk Rodeo Club. The news had reached here that also John Ruggs, a high school student, and Frank Randall, also of Long Beach, were driven into Smugglers Cove at San Clemente Island a week ago and compelled to remain there three days until the heavy seas subsided. They had only one day’s rations and when they gave out they found a hermit’s house by walking ten miles. The hermit shared his food with them gladly. The youths were in a small Avalon boat.” | ||
'''April 12, 1920 mammalogist Joseph S. Dixon wrote:''' “We left at 1:40, reaching Wilson Cove, San Clemente Island, 3 hours later. The island headquarters of the San Clemente Sheep Co. are at Wilson Cove, and Mr. E. G. Blair, the president, welcomed us in person. Mr. Blair expected to go by team and wagon to Smugglers Cove in a day or two, but Captain Nelson arrived this morning from San Pedro with supplies, so he decided to go today and offered to take me down. It is some 22 miles by a very winding rocky wagon road…” | |||
Latest revision as of 21:10, 24 January 2016
Smugglers Cove, San Clemente Island
In the News~
June 30, 1879 [Stehman Forney to Mr. Carlile Pollock Patterson, Superintendent, U.S. Coast Survey]: “…At the southern end of the island there is a good lee from northwest and northeast winds, with a shallow sand beach, making it uncomfortable to land in boats. This anchorage is called Smugglers Cove… The only [water] tanks of note and importance are those at the southern end of the island, near the beach at Smugglers Cove... From the anchorage at Smugglers Cove, there will be seen a sand beach about one mile in length. At the western end of this beach and near the anchorage, two large gulches close to each other (about one thousand yards apart) run from the beach towards the top of the island in a northerly direction. The eastern one of these gulches has a pond of brackish water, and in its gulch the tanks will be found. Barrels can be consistently filled from these tanks and rolled down to the beach near the anchorage at Smugglers Cove…”
December 4, 1898 [LAT]: “San Clemente. A fortnight’s hunting trip on this little-known island. We left Long Beach one fine morning in the latter part of August for a camping and hunting trip on San Clemente… It is not easy suitable to describe Castle Rock at the west end of San Clemente… Seal Harbor is a few miles further on… We arrived at our stopping place, Smugglers Cove about 11 P.M., dropped the mud hook, waited for daybreak…”
November 8, 1901 [LAT/SCat]: “Avalon. George Cornell, skipper of the Mascot, and George Gimilier, had an experience a few days ago which they do not care to repeat. The Mascot is running between San Clemente and Santa Catalina islands carrying fish, and meets the steamer here every day when the weather permits. Last week in going to Clemente they encountered a very rough sea, with a northeasterly wind, and finding no shelter on this side of the island, they ran around to Smugglers Cove, on the south side. Here they were storm-bound for three days, not daring to venture out. All the provisions they had during that time was one loaf of bread, half a dozen tomatoes and an onion. They have provided against another such emergency, and now carry a culinary outfit and a well-stocked larder with them.”
January 29, 1902 [LAT/SCat]: “Avalon. What would appear to be a pretty good joke on the officers of the revenue cutter Bear has come to light. In cruising about the Channel Islands looking for smugglers, the cutter visited Smugglers’ Cove on San Clemente Island. Seeing evidences of recent occupation, they began a search, which resulted in their finding a cache of provisions in a little cave, sufficient to feed a number of men for a week or two. With visions of smugglers landing bands of Chinese to be picked up later by small boats, the officers imagined they had struck a hot trail, and ever since, the Bear has been hovering around the spot, watching for the villains to appear, when she would pounce upon them. The joker in the incident is that the cache is one placed there and maintained by John Robarts, superintendent of the island for the San Clemente Wool Company, who has supplies of provisions at several places on the island where they can be utilized when he is obliged to visit those points, which is at frequent intervals…”
July 26, 1910 [LAH]: “Long Beach, July 25. …The news has reached here that John Ruggs, a high school student, and Frank Randall, also of Long Beach, were driven into Smugglers Cove at San Clemente Island a week ago and compelled to remain there three days until the heavy seas subsided. They had only one day’s rations and when they gave out they found a hermit’s house by walking ten miles. The hermit shared his food with them gladly. The youths were in a small Avalon boat.”
July 27, 1910 [SBMP]: “The Long Beach correspondence of yesterday’s Herald tells of the harrowing experiences of a yachting party that visited Santa Barbara a few days ago. The story follows: Almost starved and in a weakened condition, six Long Beach youths who sailed away a week and a half ago in the sloop Diana for a cruise among the islands and to Santa Barbara, reached home this morning after enduring unusually strenuous experiences on the trip from Santa Barbara. Leaving there at 1 o’clock Friday afternoon, the boys expected to get here Saturday evening at the latest. They took provisions for a day and a half. Instead, the trip took them sixty-eight hours. They cut down their rations and since Saturday night had only small portions of beans or of bread apiece. Yesterday morning their water supply got so low that it was apportioned out, a half cupful to a man, to last him for the rest of the trip. Leaving Santa Barbara under sail the Diana soon encountered a dead calm. The engine was started, but a little later the clutch refused to work, and the boys did not have tools with them to repair it. They drifted for a long time, an occasionally a faint breeze helped them along. The boys fished but could not get a bite. Finally they reached the breakwater at San Pedro last night. It took them ten hours to get from there to the Long Beach pier. On arriving there, they made a break for the nearest restaurant and devoured enormous breakfasts. In the party were Roger Roe, Phillip and Richard Bixby, Frank Vial, Clement Nadeau and Wilmont Long, all members of the Elk Rodeo Club. The news had reached here that also John Ruggs, a high school student, and Frank Randall, also of Long Beach, were driven into Smugglers Cove at San Clemente Island a week ago and compelled to remain there three days until the heavy seas subsided. They had only one day’s rations and when they gave out they found a hermit’s house by walking ten miles. The hermit shared his food with them gladly. The youths were in a small Avalon boat.”
April 12, 1920 mammalogist Joseph S. Dixon wrote: “We left at 1:40, reaching Wilson Cove, San Clemente Island, 3 hours later. The island headquarters of the San Clemente Sheep Co. are at Wilson Cove, and Mr. E. G. Blair, the president, welcomed us in person. Mr. Blair expected to go by team and wagon to Smugglers Cove in a day or two, but Captain Nelson arrived this morning from San Pedro with supplies, so he decided to go today and offered to take me down. It is some 22 miles by a very winding rocky wagon road…”
