Tag Archives: John C. Fremont

Thanks for Taking the View

Happy New Year from Franklin Canyon, in the heart of the Santa Monica Mountains, and the geographical center of the City of Los Angeles (near Coldwater Canyon Blvd. and Mulholland Drive, on the border of Beverly Hills).

It made my heart sing with hope this noon, hiking around the mid-point of our city, to find it half-wild, ursprunglich, a vibrant concentration of native plants and wildlife. Not many cities can claim this. O, happy Los Angeles!

A glade of coast live oaks — and a magnificent coast dead oak.
Artemisia californica, the storied “California Sagebrush”. Not a sage; a wormwood. Classified so, by John C. Fremont Himself. Divinely aromatic and medicinal: drinking wormwood tea can apparently cure schistosomiasis!
The Osprey that’s been following me around, from marsh to spring to pond. I think he works for Google.

I had never been to this canyon, not in 30 years in LA. It is not marked with signs from the corner, so I always drove right by. But an Internet search of “hiking Los Angeles” put it at #2 after Runyon Canyon. I think I saw more native California plants today, per inch, than any other spot I’ve hiked in the state.

The decommissioned Franklin Canyon Reservoir, in the very heart of the Hills.

Edible berries in the Hills? First, the lemonade berry, native. There’s only one left by New Year’s…hmmm…must be tasty. .Second, the toyon, native. Well-picked over, a bit tart, but nutritious, and there’s plenty left for the next few weeks. Third, the showy pyracantha, non-native, widely planted as an ornamental. Once escaped into the wild, its berries, mildly poisonous, remain on the tree, of no benefit to the natural community.

This pond was the Black Lagoon, infamously haunted by the Creature. It also served as Andy and Opie’s Fishin’ Hole, in the Andy Griffith Show.

John C. Fremont’s Cottonwood

John C. Fremont was a popular man, but did you know he was a poplar, man? The Fremont Cottonwood is a reminder of The Pathfinder’s contributions to North American ecological understanding.

[In classification he was no dilettante. Before blazing across California history in a flash of gold, Fremont had been mentored and trained in fieldwork by Nicollette in mapping the Upper Mississippi. He classified and named artemisia, for instance.]

Populus Fremontii is one of our fall color trees. Along watercourses, or anywhere there is a high water table, cottonwoods blaze in flashes of shimmering gold through the fall and winter. They are easily mistaken for their smaller cousins, the Quaking Aspens, which prefer mountains and don’t prevail in the Valley. But like aspens, cottonwoods quake and quiver and rustle hypnotically in the slightest breeze.

“I want to be by myself in the evening breeze, and listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees. Send me off forever, but I ask you please, DON’T FENCE ME IN.” — Cole Porter.
Click on the link to hear what Wildcat Kelly longed to hear. [Mentally erase the 405 traffic.]

In summer, of course, they disperse tons of somewhat unpleasant cotton fluff. (Think of it as the lint on Col. Fremont’s uniform.) The birds love it for lining their nests.

“…the vast San Fernando Plain”

I discovered this evocative photograph of the Valley (thank you KCET).

The view, taken on a cool drizzly day in 1875, is south, looking over what had been lands of the Mission San Fernando Rey de Espana, toward Mt. Cahuenga and the Cahuenga Pass. Los Angeles lies just over the hill.

The Valley was, in the Mexican period, historically contested land, the buckle of Alta California.  One army could camp at San Fernando and the other at the Cahuenga Pass, and they could lob cannonballs and race squadrons of cavalry at each other across the Valley floor.

John C. Fremont would have seen it looking much like this on the rainy January morning in 1847, as he rode from the Convento toward Campo de Cahuenga to receive the surrender of Gen. Don Andres Pico, and end the Mexican War in California. In fact, as Fremont knew, the whole plain was Pico’s land, Rancho Ex-Mission San Fernando. It must have especially galled Don Andres that Fremont and his Battalion of Bear Flag ruffians were camping there.

This view also was important to Gov. Juan Bautista Alvarado in 1836, during his coup d’etat. Southern Californios, led by the Pico Brothers and the Carrillo clan, had camped with their militia at San Fernando Mission. The rebels hoped to sever Southern California from the tyranny of Monterey, and to spite the treachery of Alvarado; but to do so they had to defend their capital of Los Angeles, and head off Alvarado’s Norteno army at the Pass. Bloodshed on this plain by fathers and sons on both sides was a real threat, but the Surenos finally acquiesced to Alvarado’s rule.  Soon after, the land grants began, and the loyal Surenos weren’t stinted.

This strategic plain was also the site of the Californio rebellions against the Mexican Governors Micheltorena and Victoria. These Battles of Cahuenga and Providencia were violent and explosive, and they had real political consequences. But casualties were almost nil, intentionally, of course.

The land was shaped this way by the Franciscans, with orchards, arable, and rangelands. It was then managed by Don Andres Pico, and his mayordomo Valentin Lopez. Tongva and Tataviam Indians were the vaqueros and orchardmen who worked the ranch. It appears here roughly in the condition in which it was sold off by the Picos to Isaac Lankershim for his huge dry-wheat farms and farmstead tracts; and to Charles Maclay for his City of San Fernando. The line of oaks in the center marks the San Fernando Road.

This is the landscape as Collis P. Huntington and his SPRR engineers saw it. In fact this may have been a surveyor’s photograph: a year later, in 1876, they and thousands of Chinese workers drove the tracks of the Southern Pacific Railroad right down that line of oaks, along San Fernando Road, and changed this view forever.

The Mission lands ran to the line of mist before the hills. This is roughly the line of the Los Angeles River. Here, in the cool shade of Cahuenga, the beautiful mountain that looks like a lady lying down, was the Tongva Council Grove of Sycamores (by the Gene Autry National Center in Griffith Park.)  Beyond the River, most of the hill-scape you see was Col. Griffith J. Griffith’s portion of the old Rancho Los Feliz. Today it is Griffith Park.

The Convento of the Mission appears still in good shape, but the church, the farmyard and outbuildings (including possibly the Andres Pico Adobe?) are muddy piles. Charles Fletcher Lummis would find the ruins in even worse shape ten years later. Appalled by the decrepitude of California antiquities, Fletcher founded the Landmarks Club to rally public forces in Los Angeles and across the nation to preserve San Fernando, and three other Missions.

Land that became North Hollywood and Valley Village appears here, at the center far right, between the orchards and the low-sloping Cahuenga Pass.

Don Andres Pico, American

Portrait, probably 1850s, of a successful rancher and politician. A few years earlier, at Campo de Cahuenga, he had agreed to lead his army to Los Angeles Plaza and there to lay down his arms, the arms of Mexico, the arms of his father, the arms of Spain, the arms of Alta California. 

[Osio, in his “History of Alta California”, relates how the Capitulation of Cahuenga went down, in January 1847. Note that Osio’s details of dates, encampments and maneuvers are vague; he was not a witness to these negotiations. Rather, this is Osio’s personal, almost mythological, summation of the end of the Mexican War:]

“In a very short time, Col. Fremont found Pico. When the two jefes encountered each other, it seems they both wanted to have a meeting rather than resorting to weapons. Senor Fremont was recognized for his military expertise, and he correctly esteemed the courage of his opponents. Because he was also a shrewd man, he was convinced that these courageous Mexicans would be of use to the territory after it became a state. To their dismay, these Mexicans would be viewed as foreigners in their own country; but they would make excellent citizens of the United States. With this in mind, Fremont proposed terms for a surrender to Senor Pico, but he did not accept them. He then suggested other terms to him, and again Pico refused. This negative response almost led to confrontation; but since Senor Fremont was more experienced, he wisely waited until he could convince Senor Pico with wise and good judgment. He explained to Pico that he believed the reasons for not accepting the surrender bordered on fear, because he found himself in a very critical situation. He had no support from the Mexican government, and none would be forthcoming, since the enormous distance rendered assistance impossible…

Fremont was generous in granting Pico everything that his military honor permitted. The surrender was finally negotiated with the following terms: Senor Pico would march to Los Angeles [the capital of California] and enter the city in formation, with drums beating and flag unfurled. After arriving in the Plaza, he would order his troops to disband. Each soldier would return home, put away his weapons, and live as a peaceful, good, hard-working citizen. The cannon and remaining ammunition, which had been taken from General Kearney, would be surrendered immediately, since they were the property of the United States government. After the terms had been agreed upon and the document was signed, Pico complied with all the details of the surrender.”

– Don Antonio Maria Osio, “The History of Alta California,” 1851.