Just mere couple thousand feet from the beautiful, serene beaches of the California Pacific Coast, lies a tiny piece of our states history: riddled by the effects of time, hidden by hills, and sadly...marked in Tragedy.
According to Wikipedia:
Located on José María Alviso's Rancho Cañada de Verde y Arroyo de la Purisima in a rural area four miles (6 km) south of Half Moon Bay, the village was one of the earliest settlements on the San Mateo County coast, founded in an agricultural area in the early 1850s. The community was badly flooded by Purissima Creek in January 1862, the same month that much of northern California experienced its worst floods in history. Some fields and buildings were swept away.[1]
Henry Dobbel (born in Holstein, Germany on July 1, 1829; died in Purissima on December 22, 1891) came to California via Cape Horn in 1845. After working at odd jobs, and even running a San Francisco restaurant, Dobbel married fellow German Margaret Roverkamf-Schroeder (born near Hanover, Germany, in 1831; died in Purissima on September 3, 1885). She had come to California via the Isthmus of Panama. They bought a farm in the East Bay. In the 1860s, they sold their farm and bought 1,000 acres (4.0 km2) from John Purcell. They built a big, ornate house on the south bank of Purissima Creek. The house had two stories and 17 rooms; it boasted such innovations as gas lighting and running water. Dobbel employed 50 men who planted and harvested wheat, barley, and potatoes.
By the early 1870s, Purissima had a post office, several stores, a school, a one-story hotel known as Purissima House (owned by Richard Dougherty), and other buildings. The general store was built by Henry Husing. A lumber mill was constructed at the mouth of Purissima Canyon, to take advantage of the extensive redwood logging in the nearby Santa Cruz Mountains.
Oil was discovered near the village in the 1880s on George Shout's land. However, hopes of an oil boom were dashed when only 20 barrels a day was produced. The U.S. Geological Survey has noted later efforts to drill for oil in the area, usually resulting in minor production.
Henry Dobbel bought the general store, only to encounter financial difficulties when he extended credit to many of his customers. Then there were a series of crop failures, which eventually impacted Dobbel and the entire community. Henry Dobbel went bankrupt and sold his estate in 1890 to Henry Cowell.[2] He remained in the area, however, and both he and his wife are buried in the village cemetery.
The Ocean Shore Railroad, which operated from San Francisco to Tunitas Creek from 1907 to 1920, included a stop at Purissima, as noted on a U.S. Geological Survey's Santa Cruz quadrangle map.
The Purissima Post Office opened in 1868, only to be discontinued in 1869. Then, in 1872, it reopened and continued to serve the community until 1901.[3]
Some buildings still remained as late as the 1930s, but the town was largely abandoned before World War II.[4] The 1940 U.S. Geological Survey map shows a few buildings and notes the "Purissima School."[5] The 1943 map still shows the school. At that time, State Route 1 still passed directly through Purissima.[6] Today, Highway 1 runs farther west of the original route. Verde Road runs north from Lobitos to Purissima Creek Road; this is actually the original alignment of Highway 1.[7] According to the older maps, the school was located on the north side of what is now Verde Road, just east of Highway 1. The cemetery is in the woods bordered by Verde Road and Highway 1.
In 1939, the Federal Writers Project guidebook for California noted, "The village of Purisima, once a lively town on Jose Maria Alivso's Rancho Canada y Arroyo de la Purisima, is ghostly and deserted now. Its weathered gray buildings stand among mosshung cypresses and eucalytpus trees, their windows broken, their stairs falling in, their facades rudely stuck with gay circus posters."[8]
No clear reasons have been found for the demise of the community; presumably its remote location led some residents to move to Half Moon Bay or other communities. All that remains of Purissima today is the cemetery (still noted on U.S. Geological Survey maps) and a part of the school. Several farms surround the site. There are numerous evergreen trees and heavy vegetation at the site.[9] Dayna Chalif, who has explored the Purissima Cemetery and researched historic archives, wrote, "The town's prominent citizens died in the same amount of time[clarification needed]...Purissima was supposed to be the big town on the coast, [but it] was harder to get to."[10] The failure of the Ocean Shore Railroad, which was intended to provide better access to the San Mateo County coast, may have hurt Purissima, although the village was later included on the original routing of Highway 1.
Until the 1950s, however, much of the San Mateo County coastal area remained sparsely settled and the few surviving communities were relatively small. With the dramatic rise of housing costs along San Francisco Bay (with average prices over $1 million in 2008), there has been greater incentive to build along the Pacific Ocean, resulting in the steady growth of Montara, Moss Beach, El Granada, Half Moon Bay, and Pescadero. This has done little for Purissima, which had long since vanished. Local newspaper articles have frequently mentioned that limited access to the area, primarily via Highways 1 and 92, has been a major factor in the slow growth. With the pending completion of the Devil's Slide tunnel on Highway 1 in 2012, access may improve in the near future.[11]
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Teaming with Justin of the Paranormal Investigator's Bay Area, we set out at Sunset on a quest to find this lost, and supposedly haunted, ghost town.
It was a pretty mellow drive, and before I knew it we were heading south down CA-1. My eyes began to go on high alert, keeping vigilance for any signs reading "VERDE ROAD".
I expected it to be a long drive, but out of the blue there it was.
"VERDE ROAD! 12 O'CLOCK! TURN LEFT!"
Justin made the turn and we began to cruise.
Our intelligece said to look for a pair of dual transformers on our right and that is where the trail leading to the cemetary was.
Within seconds we found what we were looking for: a pair of double power transformers
and right next to them: a path leading up into the hills cutting right through
the surrounding foilage.
"Wanna scout while I park the car?" asked my Partner-N-Crime.
"You bet!"
I couldn't get out of that car fast enough. I closed the door, jumped over a small
drainage ditch and began my way up the path.
I felt like Indiana Jones, walking up the path to a lost city. Now the real adventure began! But I also felt a bit of mystery: What secrets did all these over-grown weeds
hide? What lurked in the shadows of the trees? Was I really alone? Were they watching
me already?
No matter. I had my lucky cap on. That was enough, right?
I rounded the bend and came face to face with a white pillar tombstone: I was here!
I scanned my surroundings and just to my right: Several Tombstones on a concrete-like
foundation. I FOUND IT!
I ran down the trail, minding the poison oak that covered the place, to get Justin.
We made our way all the way to that concrete area and began to look around. The intel
we had read prior to our journey was serious: the place was VERY overgrown. What was
not visible to us was covered literally by weeds, thorns, and poison oak. Even though
it was dusk and very bright out, this place gave me the creeps.
I remembered reading that the cemetary extended farther back, so with a little recon I found a trail and took point, going deeper and deeper into this virus-like jungle and found...
more tombstones. The intel was right again! Deep in the trees the cemetary extended back along the ridge towards Highway 1. You can't see it on Google Earth or Wikimapia:
only the concrete section is visible but its there.
After taking some videos, doing some EVPs and snapping some photos we decided we were
losing light and should head back, this being just a scout mission and all.
On our way down, for some reason I felt compelled to look to my left. Something caught
my eye: what was it?
It was a trail: small, a bit overgrown but it was there! Where did it go? Deep into
the darkness of the forest. "JUSTIN!" I called out.
"What is it?"
"Wait here..."
Indiana Jones risked death and was a movie character, but here I am and I'm risking
poison oak!
I only went a few feet and realized I had walked smack dab into the center of a
special area of the cemetary enclosed in a wrought iron fence: long twisted,
bent and covered in weeds, with only a lone tombstone within. Who lay here?
We did a EVP Session, shot some video footage and off we went home for some serious checking for ticks, showering, scrubbing and of course: reviewing the video.
So far we did not catch anything, but other groups in the past have caught some
very good Spirit Voices in that area, so you can bet PIBA will return, and
the Shadow Hunter will be with them.
Til next time.....
