I'm leaving out the first few paragraphs, which deal with current
politics, and moving right to the histories and stories. Click the
clipping below if you want to read what you missed, here. - MF
The Old and the New
Yreka to Fort Jones, 1903 USGS map georefernced on google maps |
It was 82 years ago that Alex J. Rosborough took his first ride over the old wagon road from Yreka to Fort Jones, a distance of 18 miles. "The road wound its way up the canyon beyond the Forest House and on over the low divide to Soap Gulch, so named because of the soapstone found there," he recalls. "From here the road went down Soap Gulch to where it met Moffitt Creek, then followed down a spur of Scott Valley to Fort Jones. The creek meandered on to join Scott River. In those days, just below the summit on the Yreka side, there was a big rock beside the road known as 'Robbers Rock.' [Google Maps street view] It was a made-to-order place for highwaymen, so it's easy to understand why the stage was held up at this spot three different times. Frank Hovey was the stage driver in each instance, which accounts for: his final verdict. 'I'm gettin' kind-a used to it,' Frank said, 'but I don't enjoy lookin' down that gun barrel.' The road was steep and narrow. As soon as travel increased between Shasta and Scott Valleys it didn't take long for the travelers to demand a better road. As a result, the state took over the situation several years ago and built a secondary highway over the mountain. This eliminated the old road in the bottoms of Forest House and Soap Gulches and took travelers, instead, along the mountainside and back into all the little gulches, but crossing the divide at the same place. It made a much easier grade. Once this secondary road was completed, further work on the route hung in the files until last year when state engineers brought in heavy road equipment and sliced a cut some 50 feet deep through the top of the divide. All the rock points on the Fort Jones side were cut away, and all the little gulches filled. It resulted in a wide straightaway along the mountainside, graveled and now oiled. It seems impossible to believe, but when this beautiful piece of engineering work is fully completed a motorist can drive his automobile from Yreka to Fort Jones in high gear. As I drove my car over this wonderful new roadway the other day I looked 'way down on where that old horse and wagon road ran past Dutch Charley's wayside inn, I could close my eyes and almost see the thirsty horses drinking at the watering trough outside the inn, and the long bar inside for the hospitality of travelers. Then I awakened from my trance, and the thought came to me: 'Well, 82 years did it.' I was 8 years old when I took that first ride.