Saturday, March 31, 2012

History Haunts the Paso Robles Inn

 For English 201 With Allysa Emerson

Haunted haunts three blocks from my own house? That possibility never occurred to me at any time during the past two and a quarter years I have lived near downtown Paso Robles, CA. As I quite unexpectedly learned last week that is quite the case at the Paso Robles Inn. Today the Paso Robles Inn attracts both travelers passing through the Central Coast of California as well as visitors for whom the Central Coast is destination. It's mineral baths and overall ambiance have been a draw since its construction was completed in 1891. Since that time great numbers of visitors, including my mother and her parents back in the 1940's and 1950's, as well as people both famous (Ignacy Paderewsky) and infamous (Frank and Jesse James) have found solace within her storied confines. Indeed, it is this very historicity that populates the inn with whatever spirits allegedly haunt it. Being a man of science with a passion for history I undertook an investigation of the place to learn its secrets and other more arcane lore. I visited the place both in daytime and at night in an attempt to wrap my mind around this place and flesh out fact from fiction.

By day the historic Paso Robles Inn looks, well, historical with its retro-style mission-style architecture that clearly dates it to before the advent of the modern fatuous infatuation with mission-style anything. There is nothing kitschy about this place in sharp contrast to the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo which is the penultimate monument to idiosyncratic architecture and interior design, cool as it may be. As I walk up the east-facing wood-framed glass door of the inn's coffee shop I cannot keep myself from snapping a photo of the round-shaped edifice capped with red brick shingles into which I am about to make egress. No Copper Kettle this, the Paso Robles Inn's coffee shop is much more understated than the pink-painted coffee shop of the Madonna Inn. This cute little flashback to a bygone era features more plain but more historic-looking furnishing and adornment, most notable to me being the retro-diner counters and largish wall murals featuring vignettes of early California history reaching back to the days of Alta California.

One mural in particular grabs my attention by showing a Mexican vaquero standing next to his horse while wearing what appears to be almost dress-like pantaloons with frilly-looking fringes at the bottom and immediately below that are aggressive-looking spurs on his riding boots. The frilly fringes jarringly contrast with the nasty-looking spurs not to mention the contrast with the Mexican machismo tradition.

I have come to the coffee shop first for the express purpose of indulging in a quick breakfast as a means of establishing a rapport with the staff in order that they might be more indulgent of my forthcoming questions. I sit down at the counter without prompting from the staff and am immediately greeted by a young and enthusiastic Jessica, a lovely young brunette with a pretty face and an ebullient manner. She provided me with a menu for my perusal and my eye is immediately drawn to the "Jesse James" breakfast sandwich to which I am unable to resist the impulse to order along with an orange juice. While waiting for my breakfast I interrogate Jessica who turns out to be a veritable gold mine of information about her workplace. In answer to my question about this place being haunted she cheerfully exclaims, "Quite a few people here have experienced weird thing over the years", and added, "Most of that seems to happen in the ballroom building out back".

After mining all I could out of her I spend the rest of my wait walking through the rest of the 100 Building which is the main structure of this inn. I leave the coffee shop and wend my way through the adjacent main restaurant dining hall en route to the foyer beyond. The fragrance of a traditional American breakfast fills the air with the olfactory evidence of bacon and sausage most pungently of all. My ears readily detect the din of dishes jostling and metal utensils tingling and the low hum of people conversing just inaudibly enough to be unable to make out what they are saying. This room is more elegantly appointed with linen table cloths being the norm and the furniture stylistically being more elegant and traditional than that in the coffee shop as one might expect.

I pass the restaurant hostess' wood lectern as I make my way out of the restaurant and enter the foyer that connects to the hotel office beyond and knowingly nod and smile at the blond woman "manning" it. This room features a vaulted ceiling replete with interior balcony leading into the El Matador bar on the second floor directly above the restaurant. There is a stairway leading up to it on the right fringed with a wrought iron railing. On the left is an antiquated revolving door leading out into the front parking lot. Directly ahead and above me is a high window allowing egress for most of the light in this otherwise dark and stark room relative to the restaurant dining hall and coffee shop. Despite the nearby food my nose detects little to none of that but rather a detectable scent of the agedness of this 1940's-era building which replaced the more grandiose one that famously burned down on this very location on the night of December 13, 1940, as a result of a careless smoker's discarded cigarette. On the left just beyond the staircase I notice a short hallway lead out onto the main inner courtyard of the inn.

Directly ahead of me is a doorless passage into the next room which features the front desk and office. The cozy fire burning in the rustic-looking period fireplace is quite noticeable even from back in the dining hall and visually dominates the room from its location situated on the north wall directly ahead of me. Next to it in the northeast corner of the room is the main door into the office from outside while the wood-paneled front desk dominates the southwestern quadrant of the room to my left. I am cordially greeted by Stevie, a nice-looking young woman with light brown, medium length hair dressed professionally with a matching demeanor. I ask her a few mundane questions about this place such as how many rooms does it have (98) and how many rooms feature hot spring saunas (36) and when it first opened (1891) and when it burned down (1940) and other such things. She does not seem too eager to discuss specifics of ghosts beyond simply acknowledging the basic facts that everybody here seems to know about. I ask her if she has any hand-outs about the history of this place to which she initially regrets to inform me she does not but then quickly corrects herself upon remembering that indeed there is one available and proceeds to promptly fetch one for me from behind the front desk and offers me a copy to which I enthusiastically accept.

I return from whence I came and to my delight find my food awaiting me and proceed to "dig in" and down my meal eager to explore the remainder of the complex. The sandwich is good but not spectacular. I wash it down with my orange juice, pay my bill while leaving Jessica a generous tip and then head out onto the verdant interior courtyard replete with tranquil koi ponds whose quietude is interrupted only by sounds of the gurgling stream feeding the ponds and the occasional voices of nearby guests and staff. From time to time the rich aroma of hydrogen sulphide gas from the grounds' hot mineral springs that feed its mineral baths manifesting itself as that now all-too-familar "rotten egg" smell we locals have oft smelt downtown Paso Robles since the 2003 San Simeon Earthquake reaches my nose grabbing my geology-minded attention and reminding me that down below me are hot rocks and below them not too many miles down is molten magma.

Ahead of me is the smallish 300 Building looking funky with its two stories, brick facade, and visually pleasing interaction with the adjacent trees and shrubs. In front of it and adjacent to the driveway that loops through this property is a large sign under a pine tree that reads "PASO ROBLES INN WEATHER STATION". Below that it reads as follows:


As I walk westward past the koi ponds and the 300 Building I encounter the similar-looking two-story 400 Building just beyond it on the right and as I continue across the large tree-shaded inner courtyard I encounter successive similar-looking buildings with successively higher numbers, ergo 500, 600, 700 and then buildings wrap around the west and south sides of the courtyard looping back towards the main 100 Building wherein I had just been with 800, 900, 1000, and 1100 numberings.

In regards to the latter building multiple employees who elect to remain anonymous state that the front desk periodically receives a phone call from Room 1107 when nobody is staying in the room and no staff are present in it and no voice is ever heard at the other end of the line.

When I reach the rear of the courtyard I turn right and make my way through a short hallway passage and break out into a rear parking area across which commandingly sits the 1200 Building (the aforementioned ballroom building) which is the oldest structure on the site having been the only significant structure to survive the flames of the night of December 13, 1940, and it's deadly aftermath. That cold winter night the night clerk upon realizing the grand building was on fire ran from room to room throughout the complex successfully warning all the guests to get out which they all did only to himself drop dead of a heart attack upon returning to the hotel lobby. The 1200 Building contains a spacious classic foyer replete with a simple and rustic period chandelier, grand piano, grand staircase, and inn desk with mail slots for guest rooms. It also features an elevator that is a more recent addition to the facility. However, the majority of this floor is occupied by the ballroom which many employees, nearly all of whom request to remain anonymous, claim is the haunt of the figure of a little girl. The second story of this structure features a long hallway that accesses larger suites. This area used to contain more numerous smaller rooms but was remodeled since the Martin Family acquired this property in the 1990's.

As I enter the grand foyer I am immediately enraptured in a sensation of traveling back in time as the smell of some of the older furnishings and features cannot be drowned out by the odors all the remodeling of the place has emplaced here. The bygone-era elegance of this large foyer and the attendant counter and stairs and piano and display cases featuring old documents and photos and such all underlain by a carpet fitting for such a room overwhelm my senses and transport me back to several different historical periods all at once. Particularly notable to me is a framed document showing the history of the title of ownership of this property starting with the Spanish Occupation and then moving to the Mexican Period and then the 24 different owners during the American Period. Notable in that list are Petronillo Rios of Rios-Caledonia Adobe fame, Charles W. Dana, brother of "Two Years Before The Mast" author Richard Henry Dana, and Drury James, brother of outlaws Frank and Jesse James whom he helped hide and allowed to convalesce at the inn from gunshot wounds received during the course of their outlaw activities.

As I am reading this list I hear behind me through the open wooden doors to the adjacent ballroom a member of the staff working there suddenly exclaim "that was odd". I turn around and notice that some sort of function is being prepared for in the ballroom and there is a younger man and a middle-aged woman working there. I walk across the foyer and stop at the entry into the ballroom and gaze in awe at its retro grandeur. The ornate wood word on the ceiling and walls and the classic wood floors visuallly devour all the modern accoutrements of human activity like chairs and tables giving the impression the room is empty even when it is not. I watch the room and this duo for a time either being ignored or not noticed and drink in the vibe and must aroma of the room. I feel a presence here, but of what I know not, be it history or the projections of my mind or perhaps something more.

I turn face and head east towards the base of the stairs featuring massive carved wood railing and then make ascent up them taking three successive left turns and arrive on the second floor to find a long hallway heading off to my right. I make the turn and face west down a long run looking to the far end of this second-floor hallway. The period ceiling light fixtures create an odd illumination in this off-white-walled corridor giving a creepy glow to the passage that is an impossible mix of dim and bright which I just love. The wall mirror at the far end gives the illusion the hallway is even longer. The whole scene strikes me as wonderfully creepily reminiscent of the scene in the Stanley Kubrik version of The Shining when the little boy rounds a turn in such a corridor while riding his Big Wheel encounters twin little girls who invite him to play with them "forever and ever and ever". I take some photos of the view from this end and then traverse the full length of the passage and take some images at the far end and then return down the stairs to the foyer but not before snapping some more images of the foyer from the top of the first run of stairs looking towards the open doors to the ballroom which beckons.

I quietly walk to the open doors of the ballroom where I had been standing a short time earlier and the duo of staff members is still hard at work preparing the room for an event that features an American flag at a table plus a flag to some fraternal order. After standing in the doorway a few minutes surveying the scene the woman finally notices me and is startled which I note. I apologize and introduce myself and my business and ask if anything odd has happened there lately. She tells me that just a short time ago something rolled across the wood floor. She adds that she believes it was a marble and that some marbles had gotten loose in the room in recent days and this must have been one of them. She cannot explain why such a marble would  suddenly let loose of its own accord at the opposite end of the ballroom from where the duo had been working and unprompted by any human agency. This was the incident that prompted her to earlier exclaim "that was odd".

She then proceeds to tell me about the little girl sometimes seen in this room as well as an even creepier event that has occurred to her twice before and once to the young man working with her this day. Apparently, periodically the elevator in the foyer will suddenly and without prompting from any human agency rapidly descend significantly faster than normal from the second floor all the while making an unnerving shrieking/wailing noise all the way down and then jarringly open with nobody inside it and nobody upstairs having activated it. The young man tells me that he initially did not believe her account of this elevator phenomenon until it happened to him once. The duo is initially sheepish and reluctant to share these accounts but I assure them that I don't think they are crazy or being untruthful. Not wanting to keep them from their labors I thank them for their time and head out the door and wend my way through the foyer and head out blinking into the light of day to absorb what I have just experienced, vicarious as much of it was but having felt enough of the brooding spirit of the building to feel compelled to come back at night and thus I do.

I walk from my house down silent empty streets to the Paso Robles Inn as a Winter storm sweeps onto the Central Coast at the midnight hour. The air is damp but rain is yet a few hours away and only gentle breezes blow upon my face. The glow of the lights of Paso Robles illuminate the bottom surface of the storm clouds above giving everything an unnatural nighttime glow even where there are no streetlights. The white neon Paso Robles Inn sign as well as the red neon VACANCY sign both seem to gleam with a seemingly unusually intense brilliance. To my right is the 200 Building better known as the Jesse James Building built to replace the Annex Building which was red-tagged as a result of the San Simeon Quake in 2003. Tonight it appears to be mostly empty which is not unusual during the tourism off-season of the Dead of Winter. I snap some photos of the neon signage for my blog and notice a dark specter observing me from between two columns at the north end of the 100 Building which contains the hotel front desk and office. The specter approaches me and I realize my presence is being challenged by the night watchman. He is courteous but as inquisitive of me as I am of the Little Girl in the ballroom who likes to play with marbles and people's nerves. I state my purpose and he informs me I should come back during the daylight hours when much more staff is on hand to observe as there is only himself and the night clerk present on the grounds at night.

However, before sending me away he generously invites me to check out the foyer in Building 1200 and gives me a little more history than I had previously unearthed. He turns out to be quite knowledgeable about the place and its secrets including the fact that there were/are many tunnels leading out of the inn property which head in many directions. These were, amongst other purposes, means of escape for the James Brothers back in their day. Most of these have been filled in he claims but to this day some may well not be entirely filled in which intrigues me and I wonder if any such subterranean passages wend their way below my abode three blocks north.

I thank him for his time and walk off the property and head north on Spring Street which now has begun to be raked by fairly significant wind gusts causing a cacophony of rattling leaves and litter and other light debris caught up in the wind skittering along the pavement. Not a soul is around and I am alone, a perfect reenactment of the frightening and haunting recurring dreams I oft experienced as a child of being alone at night in a city environment. However, this time I am utterly unafraid and feel like the master of my environment, the hunter of history and seeker of ghosts both metaphorical and metaphysical. I reflect upon what I have learned about the old girl and what she has whispered like sweet-nothings into my ear as I confidently stroll down the street energized by the buzz of my new love affair with the Paso Robles Inn. As with any woman she is complicated and inscrutable but fascinating and alluring and seductively shows off just enough of what is below the outer clothing of paint and landscaping and remodeling and more recent add-ons to be utterly irresistible to me. I know that I am not alone as many whom I encountered the past several days have clearly been besotted by her as well. The Paso Robles Inn is a nexus connecting numerous time periods in California history permitting them to find unity while trapping history's ghosts there.

Be sure to also check out Paso Robles Inn Photo Study I and Electricity In The Air Tonight At Paso Robles Inn and Picture of the Day - Paso Robles Inn Haunts and Picture of the Day - Paso Robles Inn Coffee Shop.

Tale of Two Seiches

The other day I noted the presence online of footage of the effects of a seiche at the Devil's Hole spring in Death Valley National Park as a result of the M7.4 earthquake in Oaxaca, Mexico, on March 20, 2012. That seiche event can be seen in the video immediately below: 

This event reminded me that a significant sized earthquake not that much smaller but certainly much closer that occurred on Easter Sunday two years ago (April 4, 2010) known as the El Mayor-Cucapah Earthquake likewise generated a notable seiche at the same Death Valley location which can be viewed below:

NOTE: No pupfish were harmed in the filming of these seiches.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Mom Keeps Cool During Quake

There is a video circulating on the web that I first encountered this morning that shows a remarkable sequence in which a mother is keeping her own cool while comforting her young son through the violent shaking of the 2011 Great Tohoku Earthquake as it violently shakes a cafeteria.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Of Vultures & Terriers

A little while ago I was working at my friend Janet's place out on a ridgeline in the countryside west of Paso Robles, CA. My little dog Tequila went nuts barking at something above me which I found to be this Turkey Vulture sunning itself on the powerpole above me.

All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved)

Mojave Desert Mini-Rockhounding Adventure

On the way back from Utah this past Monday my friend Dave and I stopped at a road-side off-ramp and desert access way along Interstate-15 so he could nap for a short time. I took advantage of this opportunity to rockhound in the Mojave Desert there just a short distance from the nearby rockhounding locations known as Field Siding and the Alvord Hills. Predictably, I found some nice chalcedonys and jaspers as well as some flakes from some ancient arrowhead-making activities. I had fun for the relatively short time I was there and hope to make it back again to that area later this year. If that works out I also hope to revisit the Calico Early Man Site.

Alvord Mountains in the distance to the north.
Calico Mountains in the distance to the west.
The area abounded in various forms of cryptocrystalline quartz and basaltic rocks.
All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved).

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Picture of the Day - Primm Valley Solar Tower

Driving on I-15 in recent days to and fro between Paso Robles, CA, and Sandy, UT, it was hard not to notice how far along the Ivanpah Solar Power Facility at Primm Valley has gotten with its three dramatic-looking heliostat receiving towers thrusting up above the floor of the Mojave Desert just southwest of Las Vegas, NV. These solar power towers just inside the California state line look more like NASA rocket pads than heliostat receiving towers. Surrounding all three of these towers is a growing field of heliostat panels aimed at these towers. We have heard a lot about "alternative energy sources" in the public discourse in recent years and this is a wonderful example of such being built right before our eyes.

Note: At bottom is a National Geographic short video about this project that I have added on August 30, 2013.

UPATE as of February 14, 2014, from the The Weather Channel HERE

One of three heliostat receiving towers under construction in the Primm Valley area.
UPDATE:  Here are two more images I captured of this facility today, September 24, 2012, as I drove past it nearly six months after I captured the image above.

All three heliostat receiving towers shown here.
All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved).

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

West-Bound Virgin River Gorge

I took the following sequence of images yesterday on the journey home from Sandy, Utah, to Paso Robles, CA. The images start at a primitive interstate road-side turnout south of St. George, Utah, just inside the Utah at the Arizona border. From there the sequence of images captures the west-bound passage through the Virgin River Gorge and ends just outside its western terminus at the eastern margin of the Mojave Desert. By the time we reached this point most of the energy and moisture of the storm we had just passed through had either passed over us or had missed us to the north as we rapidly drove south. 

All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved)

Monday, March 26, 2012

Utah Thundersnow Storm

Earlier today I awoke at 3:37 AM and began my day with a wee hours of the morning run southwest on Interstate-15 to get south of an oncoming storm. However, this was to no avail as we got caught by it between Sandy, Utah, and Cedar City, Utah. Prior to dawn we hit the worst of the snow this day which distracted me from even thinking to take photos given the urgency of the situation. At one point the sky exploded in an orangish-pinkish flash of "thundersnow". Later, as the sun dawned on a snowy landscape I captured these images. The red rock images at the end of this sequence of photographs were taken just north of St. George, Utah, just outside of town essentially.

All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved).