Rambler (#) (-)
In the News~
February 21, 1856 [SBG]: “The schooner Rambler, Captain Woodbury, arrived at this port of Sunday last, and sailed on Monday for the islands.”
February 21, 1856 [SBG]: “The schooner Rambler, [Captain] Woodbury, arrived on Monday from the island of Santa Catalina, and sailed the next day for the same island.”
April 17, 1900 [SDET]: “Rambler, American yacht, 14 tons, Capt. Crosby, woth abalones, from San Clemente Island, arrived March 23.
December 1914 [SHR The Way it Was, December 10, 1989 SBNP]: “Just before Christmas in 1914 a crew in the power boat Rambler went from Long Beach to gather Christmas holly on Santa Cruz Island. They were accompanied by another crew in the Alpha. When the Rambler became disabled, the Alpha attempted to to it to Santa Barbara. But the tow line parted and the two men who were left aboard the Rambler were left to drift helplessly for several days. The account of the boat’s wandering under Captain Gilbert Rayburn and Clarence Hollis reveals how hazardous and baffling Santa Barbara Channel could be sometimes before the days of radio communication with shore rescue units. Captain Rayburn told the Morning Press a tale of harrowing hardship suffered by his companion and himself in their long and stormy buffeting of the waves in their boat with its crippled engine. He said that after the breaking of the tow line that the Rambler had on the Alpha, and the unsuccessful attempts to get the two crafts together again, the boats were quickly driven apart, the Alpha pursuing her way to Santa Barbara and the Rambler being set adrift in the gale and tossed like a shuttlecock at the sport of the wind. For two days the boat was driven to hither and thither on the turbulent channel waters and with the very scant supply of food and water for the luckless crew. The food was eaten sparingly and to eke out the water supply raw potatoes were eaten. The castaways were glad of the fact that the spuds contain a largely predominating percentage of water. The boat, controlled only by the leg-of-mutton sails and the steering gear which had fortunately remained intact, was blown about and was driven on ahead of the gale to San Miguel Island; then with a change of wind the same evening, to a point opposite Point Conception. Here a southwester arose and bew the craft down to Anacapa Island, where the wind died down, and the sails became of no use. The boat drifted back close to Santa Rosa Island to a point about the middle of the channel. Here, on Wednesday, at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon a light southeasterly wind rose, and the sails were used to tack down the coast toward the home port, Long Beach. ‘By this time the provision stock was wholly exhausted and the drinking water was nearly gone. When hope seemed to have vanished, they spied about 10 miles seaward a thick curl of smoke. The hearts of the distressed leaped for joy as they saw a steamer approaching, and that they were lying in its course. The drifting boat hove to and a distress signal was raised. The steamer came nearer and nearer, and before long the big craft was within speaking distance of the drifting boat. The steamer was the Bear, a passenger vessel of the Portland and San Pedro line — a fine large craft… The Captain of the Bear sent a wireless dispatch to San Pedro telling of the little boat’s condition and calling for help…”