Cold Spring Tavern~

In 1860 a stagecoach pass was hacked through the California wilderness over the mountainous San Marcos Pass to connect Mission Santa Barbara to The Santa Ynez Rancho.

A rest stop was built along the stage coach route high up on The San Marcos Pass, next to a naturally running cold mountain spring.

This stage-stop was, and is still called, Cold Spring Tavern.

Back in the day the tavern served hot meals and alcohol.

It still serves both today, and the experience of eating here is one we return to enjoy whenever we pass by this area.

There was a bunkhouse,

a small store, a stable, and several small homesteads, forming a town called Gopherville, which is now a ghost town.

The town even had a jail which could hold up to eleven (crowded) souls…. rowdy cowboys and such, who likely drank too much whiskey…..

Cheers to you from Cold Springs Tavern & the still wild west~

191 thoughts on “Cold Spring Tavern~

    • Nah, I have outgrown souvenirs as my house is full of them, which is a good thing, because we came home yesterday to a completely flooded house. It has been utter chaos since, walls ripped out, flooring pulled up, teams here packing everything up that isn’t ruined. No more souvenirs for me! At least it is forcing Jim to throw out all his old saved professional journals…..and we did save on all those windows we were gonna have washed tomorrow!

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      • Oh, no! Broken pipes with no freezing? How did that happen? I think I would have cried, but it sounds like you took it in stride. An unexpected renovation that might be an improvement over what was before. Hope it goes smoothly!

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  1. What an interesting place to visit. I love old buildings and seeing how the early settlers lived.

    There’s something appealing to me about the simple life, free from modern technology, crowds and traffic noise. No doubt it was a tough life though – having to manually haul water, grow food and keep homes and stock maintained throughout the seasons πŸ™‚

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  2. It makes you wonder when your sitting there and realise just how tough it used to be Cindy…says I as I go out to my car to wander 60 miles down the road, not having to worry about my horse losing a shoe, feeding it or being held up by bandits πŸ˜€
    Mind you, that last one is in all the shops anyway, they just wait for us πŸ˜€

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    • True the bandits are in the online shops now too! I know exactly what you are resonating with. It is impossible to live your live your life in the American West without crossing and recrossing the pioneers trails, the stagecoach routes and stops, the old ghost towns, the lonely pioneer cemeteries. It leaves one with a strange set of conflicting feelings, on the one hand such deep admiration for their incredible bravery and fortitude, and on the other, a feeling of sadness for all we have lost in the process of becoming “civilized,” developed and technologically “advanced.”

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  3. I love the description, and it makes me want to go see it. I’m in the West, so why not! The Wild West was WILD!

    What I love most about the photos is the fantastic detail of the image; every character of the rustic is captured. The authenticity is captured so perfectly. I LOVE THAT!

    SUCH A GREAT ARTICLE. History and image synch perfectly. Wonderful!!!

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    • If you are in the West, you are wild!!! So why not indeed! The west may be paved in lots of places, but she still has so much more left that is remote and still wild. Thank you for your very thoughtful comments. ❀

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  4. What a wonderful and fun piece of history. How sad that it turned into a ghost town like so many others. Such a cute building though. I’d love to have stopped by there for lunch. πŸ˜‰ Have you ever been to the town of Julian? I know it’s been way to many years since I was there. Probably in the late 80’s, Can’t be far from you.

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  5. So many interesting details for the curious eye to peruse through. Wonderful look at this quaint tavern, Cindy. ❀ That jail is so scary-looking. I feel claustrophobic just thinking about being locked in there.

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  6. This does look like a fun place to eat and browse in. I love antiques and old places with charm and history to its earlier days. What a fun place to visit. Love all of your pics and posts Cindy. I have tried to catch up on your latter ones I’ve missed as I have been behind in posting, writing and reading other blogs. Cheers right back to you and take care, friend.

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    • Hi Joyce! I share your appreciation and enjoyment of historical places and love the feeling of stepping back in time. No worries about being behind. I am also, due to The Holler flooding, and spending time with the grandtwins. Take care my friend & lovely to hear from you. ❀

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      • So sorry about the flooding there. We have had a lot here in Nebraska too from recent storms. Hope things dry out and not a lot of affected damaged areas there where you live. I can relate to the joys of spending time with the ‘grandtwins’. My oldest grandchildren are twins, male and female and this month they turned 26. So hard to believe they are grown adults on their own now. But now I spend a lot of time with my youngest grandchildren in Nebraska, a boy 11, and girl, 8, the children of my youngest daughter. So thankful to be closer to them now to see more of them. They keep us all busy. πŸ™‚

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        • Wow! Isn’t is amazing to consider what wonder you yourself have created. All these people who owe their life to you. Most women are pretty incredible when you think about it. We grow human life. We make sure this life survives infancy and childhood, and then we care for the future generations of our babies offspring, as they march on down the line of life. We now have active living grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and great-great grandmothers, and the generations of progeny they nurtured. You are remarkable Joyce. Men cannot do what we do. Not even the best of them, in every wonderful heartbeat. We are the bringers and sustainers of life. I am in awe of women like you.

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          • Thank you Cindy. That is One of the kindest and most appreciated things ever spoken by a friend. I think whatever good and honest work I’ve done in life I owe to God for if not for Him and my trust in Him for all I would be nothing. In the last three years especially with all I went through with a mentally sick husband and divorce and relocation I have just picked up the broken pieces of my life and moved on but yes one of the proudest chapters in my life was helping my daughter raid two wonderful twin grandchildren and now helping my youngest with her two children. They are all as all children are truly a unique creation in life. So we treasure what we have. πŸ™‚

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