Salt Life

I think I’ve mentioned I don’t take photos of a meal. It is mostly because my attempts always look like something out of the Gallery of Regrettable Food. I do, however, love a good meal. A prime cut of steak, and a salad is always a good choice, even if it is harder to find […]

Swimming along the wall, in the dark, the senses are focused, attuned to different things. The feel of the water seemed almost warmer.  Colors seemed brighter.  And somehow, way off in the distance, I heard something special. Sometimes shrieks, sometimes croons, sometimes a sub-harmonic bass you could almost feel more than hear.  There be whale […]

Our memory is one area we hardly ever want to get rid of. It is possible to prevent memory reduction with a number of very simple methods. By getting educated about memory reduction and approaches to circumvent it, you are going to conserve your self agony later on in everyday life. It is possible to […]

I didn’t do this yesterday. I’ll do two today to make up for it. 3 baked sweet potatoes Himalayan sea salt potato chips …goooooooooooo no sugar life…

You know, you can drink this stuff too. 1/2 cups nutritional yeast 2tbsp kosher salt 2tbsp sugar 1tsp onion powder 1tsp garlic powder 1/2tbsp MSG (optional) If your ingredients aren’t fine enough, you can quickly run it through a blender. Otherwise, combine in a jar or container and store in a dry place. Making into […]

By: Brian Greenberg Last week, we had the pleasure of listening to alum by the name of Melissa Conlon speak on her experiences at Marist, working in admissions with Professor Apfel, her extensive dedication in those departments and how she ended up at her current full-time job. Her experiences at Marist were certainly fascinating to […]

My favorite casual restaurant in all of New York City is coming to the Downtown Disney District at the Disneyland Resort, and I couldn’t be more pumped! From their eye-popping CrazyShake milkshakes, award-winning burgers and hip New York diner vibe, this restaurant has something for everything. The Downtown Disney District location will be the first for Black Tap […]

Disney has just announced that Black Tap Craft Burgers & Shakes will be making its California debut very soon in the Downtown Disney District at the Disneyland Resort. From their eye-popping CrazyShake milkshakes, award-winning burgers and hip New York diner vibe, this newest hot spot is definitely the place you’ll want to check out. This […]

The saga of pioneers crossing the plains in search of a better life during the 19th century is filled with tales of adventure, hardships and courage. News of California’s gold discoveries spread throughout the United States, and by spring 1849, emigrants flocked over the Oregon Trail to the Salt Lake cutoff. As fall approached, memories of the ill-fated Donner party attempting to cross the Sierra Nevada range by taking the northern route two years earlier deterred many from chancing the snow-blocked passes. Unfortunately, there were few, if any safe shortcuts. In August 1849, a caravan of 100 wagons formed in Salt Lake City with the intention of going to the gold fields via the southern route. Captain Jefferson Hunt, who was familiar with this course, became their guide and in the middle of September, the outfit rendezvoused out of Hobble Creek. Sheldon Stoddard told the San Bernardino Pioneer Society years later that after traveling with Hunt over the Old Spanish Trail, he along with a number of others broke off from the caravan near Mountain Meadows. Turning west at what was thought to be a short cut to gold fields, Stoddard and company blindly followed a bogus trail for the next 17 days without a guide, compass or map. On the 18th day, hopelessly lost and facing death without water, their lives were spared when a sudden rainfall drenched the area. “We caught the water by spreading out our rubber blankets on the ground and drank it with a spoon,” Stoddard recalled. The men turned east at the Muddy River and traced it south until meeting up with Hunt’s company again. This time they wisely followed their experienced leader along the Mojave River and through the Cajon Pass. Ironically, on this same trip, another group of would-be miners left Hunt’s command at Provo, Utah, insisting they also knew a shorter route. This group, however, blundered into what is now called Death Valley, where five men died before the survivors made it to Los Angeles. Perhaps the worst obstacle to be conquered during the journey was the steep narrow gorge approaching the Cajon Pass. Addison Pratt described in his diary, that on Dec. 16 the ground was covered with snow as they approached the summit of the “Cahoon pass” (Cajon Pass)…   (and) the snow was still falling fast and we were much troubled to find the road …” While the party continued along what is today known as Crowder Creek, Pratt noted “the stream has cut its way through mountains until the perpendicular banks in some places are near a hundred feet high…” Hunt chose the rugged but less steep eastern wing of the pass. In doing so, they followed the branch of the creek, which cut its way through the narrow Coyote Canyon. Pack trains of mules making their way between Santa Fe, New Mexico, and Los Angeles had clomped through the twisting Old Spanish Trail during the 1830s and ’40s with relative ease. However, the Hunt caravan soon found out that getting wheeled vehicles through Coyote Canyon was a different story. Pratt’s diary on Dec. 19, said that he and his wagon-mates negotiated the narrow gorge without outside assistance. However, he noted “we were all jammed together in the narrow pass and all had to be helped but our own wagon. It helped itself up and down the rocks. But the rest had to be lifted and pried to get them up and down.  …(This was) roughest place we found between Salt Lake and California.” Sidney Waite, then a 12-year-old traveling with his father, told the Pioneer Society that his father had to take the wheels off the wagon and pack one at a time down over the boulders before sliding the wagon box and other heavy parts “on sycamore poles …” This would be the last known use of the Cajon Pass’ east canyon route by wagons. In 1861, the roadway was improved as a private toll road. After resting (and re-assembling their wagons) at the nearby “Willows,” the group continued along the Old Spanish Trail into the San Bernardino Valley. [related_articles location=”left” show_article_date=”false” article_type=”automatic-primary-tag”] According to Waite, when the famished Hunt party arrived in Agua Mansa a few days later, Cristobal (aka Isaac) Slover opened his smokehouse and supplied the weary travelers with bacon and squashes, of which they partook so freely without cooking that nine (the mass gravestone at Pioneer Cemetery indicates seven) of the party died. After burying their dead comrades on the east side of the trail along a ridge near what is today’s Mt. Vernon Ave. near San Bernardino Valley College, Hunt led his caravan to the Chino Rancho before heading north to Mariposa where they split up to mine. You can contact Nick Cataldo at Yankeenut15@gmail.com and read more of his local history articles at Facebook.com/BackRoadsPress.

The saga of pioneers crossing the plains in search of a better life during the 19th century is filled with tales of adventure, hardships and courage. News of California’s gold discoveries spread throughout the United States, and by spring 1849, emigrants flocked over the Oregon Trail to the Salt Lake cutoff. As fall approached, memories of the ill-fated Donner party attempting to cross the Sierra Nevada range by taking the northern route two years earlier deterred many from chancing the snow-blocked passes. Unfortunately, there were few, if any safe shortcuts. In August 1849, a caravan of 100 wagons formed in Salt Lake City with the intention of going to the gold fields via the southern route. Captain Jefferson Hunt, who was familiar with this course, became their guide and in the middle of September, the outfit rendezvoused out of Hobble Creek. Sheldon Stoddard told the San Bernardino Pioneer Society years later that after traveling with Hunt over the Old Spanish Trail, he along with a number of others broke off from the caravan near Mountain Meadows. Turning west at what was thought to be a short cut to gold fields, Stoddard and company blindly followed a bogus trail for the next 17 days without a guide, compass or map. On the 18th day, hopelessly lost and facing death without water, their lives were spared when a sudden rainfall drenched the area. “We caught the water by spreading out our rubber blankets on the ground and drank it with a spoon,” Stoddard recalled. The men turned east at the Muddy River and traced it south until meeting up with Hunt’s company again. This time they wisely followed their experienced leader along the Mojave River and through the Cajon Pass. Ironically, on this same trip, another group of would-be miners left Hunt’s command at Provo, Utah, insisting they also knew a shorter route. This group, however, blundered into what is now called Death Valley, where five men died before the survivors made it to Los Angeles. Perhaps the worst obstacle to be conquered during the journey was the steep narrow gorge approaching the Cajon Pass. Addison Pratt described in his diary, that on Dec. 16 the ground was covered with snow as they approached the summit of the “Cahoon pass” (Cajon Pass)…   (and) the snow was still falling fast and we were much troubled to find the road …” While the party continued along what is today known as Crowder Creek, Pratt noted “the stream has cut its way through mountains until the perpendicular banks in some places are near a hundred feet high…” Hunt chose the rugged but less steep eastern wing of the pass. In doing so, they followed the branch of the creek, which cut its way through the narrow Coyote Canyon. Pack trains of mules making their way between Santa Fe, New Mexico, and Los Angeles had clomped through the twisting Old Spanish Trail during the 1830s and ’40s with relative ease. However, the Hunt caravan soon found out that getting wheeled vehicles through Coyote Canyon was a different story. Pratt’s diary on Dec. 19, said that he and his wagon-mates negotiated the narrow gorge without outside assistance. However, he noted “we were all jammed together in the narrow pass and all had to be helped but our own wagon. It helped itself up and down the rocks. But the rest had to be lifted and pried to get them up and down.  …(This was) roughest place we found between Salt Lake and California.” Sidney Waite, then a 12-year-old traveling with his father, told the Pioneer Society that his father had to take the wheels off the wagon and pack one at a time down over the boulders before sliding the wagon box and other heavy parts “on sycamore poles …” This would be the last known use of the Cajon Pass’ east canyon route by wagons. In 1861, the roadway was improved as a private toll road. After resting (and re-assembling their wagons) at the nearby “Willows,” the group continued along the Old Spanish Trail into the San Bernardino Valley. [related_articles location=”left” show_article_date=”false” article_type=”automatic-primary-tag”] According to Waite, when the famished Hunt party arrived in Agua Mansa a few days later, Cristobal (aka Isaac) Slover opened his smokehouse and supplied the weary travelers with bacon and squashes, of which they partook so freely without cooking that nine (the mass gravestone at Pioneer Cemetery indicates seven) of the party died. After burying their dead comrades on the east side of the trail along a ridge near what is today’s Mt. Vernon Ave. near San Bernardino Valley College, Hunt led his caravan to the Chino Rancho before heading north to Mariposa where they split up to mine. You can contact Nick Cataldo at Yankeenut15@gmail.com and read more of his local history articles at Facebook.com/BackRoadsPress.

The saga of pioneers crossing the plains in search of a better life during the 19th century is filled with tales of adventure, hardships and courage. News of California’s gold discoveries spread throughout the United States, and by spring 1849, emigrants flocked over the Oregon Trail to the Salt Lake cutoff. As fall approached, memories of the ill-fated Donner party attempting to cross the Sierra Nevada range by taking the northern route two years earlier deterred many from chancing the snow-blocked passes. Unfortunately, there were few, if any safe shortcuts. In August 1849, a caravan of 100 wagons formed in Salt Lake City with the intention of going to the gold fields via the southern route. Captain Jefferson Hunt, who was familiar with this course, became their guide and in the middle of September, the outfit rendezvoused out of Hobble Creek. Sheldon Stoddard told the San Bernardino Pioneer Society years later that after traveling with Hunt over the Old Spanish Trail, he along with a number of others broke off from the caravan near Mountain Meadows. Turning west at what was thought to be a short cut to gold fields, Stoddard and company blindly followed a bogus trail for the next 17 days without a guide, compass or map. On the 18th day, hopelessly lost and facing death without water, their lives were spared when a sudden rainfall drenched the area. “We caught the water by spreading out our rubber blankets on the ground and drank it with a spoon,” Stoddard recalled. The men turned east at the Muddy River and traced it south until meeting up with Hunt’s company again. This time they wisely followed their experienced leader along the Mojave River and through the Cajon Pass. Ironically, on this same trip, another group of would-be miners left Hunt’s command at Provo, Utah, insisting they also knew a shorter route. This group, however, blundered into what is now called Death Valley, where five men died before the survivors made it to Los Angeles. Perhaps the worst obstacle to be conquered during the journey was the steep narrow gorge approaching the Cajon Pass. Addison Pratt described in his diary, that on Dec. 16 the ground was covered with snow as they approached the summit of the “Cahoon pass” (Cajon Pass)…   (and) the snow was still falling fast and we were much troubled to find the road …” While the party continued along what is today known as Crowder Creek, Pratt noted “the stream has cut its way through mountains until the perpendicular banks in some places are near a hundred feet high…” Hunt chose the rugged but less steep eastern wing of the pass. In doing so, they followed the branch of the creek, which cut its way through the narrow Coyote Canyon. Pack trains of mules making their way between Santa Fe, New Mexico, and Los Angeles had clomped through the twisting Old Spanish Trail during the 1830s and ’40s with relative ease. However, the Hunt caravan soon found out that getting wheeled vehicles through Coyote Canyon was a different story. Pratt’s diary on Dec. 19, said that he and his wagon-mates negotiated the narrow gorge without outside assistance. However, he noted “we were all jammed together in the narrow pass and all had to be helped but our own wagon. It helped itself up and down the rocks. But the rest had to be lifted and pried to get them up and down.  …(This was) roughest place we found between Salt Lake and California.” Sidney Waite, then a 12-year-old traveling with his father, told the Pioneer Society that his father had to take the wheels off the wagon and pack one at a time down over the boulders before sliding the wagon box and other heavy parts “on sycamore poles …” This would be the last known use of the Cajon Pass’ east canyon route by wagons. In 1861, the roadway was improved as a private toll road. After resting (and re-assembling their wagons) at the nearby “Willows,” the group continued along the Old Spanish Trail into the San Bernardino Valley. [related_articles location=”left” show_article_date=”false” article_type=”automatic-primary-tag”] According to Waite, when the famished Hunt party arrived in Agua Mansa a few days later, Cristobal (aka Isaac) Slover opened his smokehouse and supplied the weary travelers with bacon and squashes, of which they partook so freely without cooking that nine (the mass gravestone at Pioneer Cemetery indicates seven) of the party died. After burying their dead comrades on the east side of the trail along a ridge near what is today’s Mt. Vernon Ave. near San Bernardino Valley College, Hunt led his caravan to the Chino Rancho before heading north to Mariposa where they split up to mine. You can contact Nick Cataldo at Yankeenut15@gmail.com and read more of his local history articles at Facebook.com/BackRoadsPress.

We are very excited that Black Tap Craft Burgers & Shakes will be making its California debut very soon in the Downtown Disney District at the Disneyland Resort. From their eye-popping CrazyShake milkshakes, award-winning burgers and hip New York diner vibe, this newest hot spot is definitely the place you’ll want to make a pit […]

Check out the text at : Vintage 1991 Nutmeg Mens Chicago Cubs Baseball shirt Growing up, we had a neighbor kid with this on her feet. We called her Vintage 1991 Nutmeg Mens Chicago Cubs Baseball shirt but not to her face. One time my brother “Bobby” shot a bottle rocket out our bedroom window […]

This is gonna knock your underwear right off but…WE HAD A WONDERFUL, HAPPY EASTER HOLIDAY ON BOTH FAMILY FACTIONS. And my mood was good. The anxiety was off the bloody charts cos 20 people, five stops, two meals, then packing in all the stuff they got my kid, then more visits from more family…I was […]