Early Stories of Ojai, Part IV (Nordhoff Rangers)

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Posted by Craig Walker on August 13, 2011

Early Stories of Ojai, Part IV (Nordhoff Rangers) by Howard Bald

Note: Howard Bald was an early Ojai resident.  His reminiscences were written in the early 1970s.

In 1898 the Santa Barbara National Forest (now Los Padres) was created with headquarters in Nordhoff. Willis M. Slosson was sent out from the east as supervisor. The boundaries extended from Castaic up into San Luis Obispo County and north into Kern County.

Men were recruited from all parts of the “back country,” and they were largely homesteaders, cowboys, miners, and such. Their pay was $60 per month. They had to own at least two horses and maintain them. Generally the ranger (they were all rangers then) had to provide his own quarters. There were no fringe benefits.

With Nordhoff the national forest headquarters, and since the only means of getting around was via saddle and pack horses, there was a great deal of forestry activity in the valley, that is, mountain men coming and going. A more rugged, hardy, self-sufficient, picturesque group of men would be hard to imagine. Though as a whole they were rather short on formal education, they accomplished a prodigious amount in the way of trail building, and maintaining, investigating mines and homesteads, issuing grazing permits and performing fire suppression.

They were also deputy and game commissioners.

Of course thee were no telephones at first, no lookout stations, no airplanes or helicopters, or radios, and but few trails. Sometimes a ranger would ride a day or more to get to a fire. The nearest ranger to a fire might recruit a few men—homesteaders, cattlemen or miners, and with just a few simple tools attack the fire.

One wonders now how they accomplished so much with so few men and little equipment, when one hears of the hundreds of men, bombers, fire engines and other sophisticated equipment that is employed to suppress the same fires today—and at a cost of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Among some of the more colorful men of that period was Jacinto Reyes, who to this day is a legend among people in the back country, not only for his fire fighting but also for his horsemanship, endurance, rescue work, and ability to settle sometimes violent disputes among homesteaders, cattlemen, or miners. Then there were his brother Geraldo Reyes, Frank Ortega (father of ex-Ventura postmaster Melito Ortega) and Fred de la Riva. They were what we called in that day “California Spanish.” They were great horsemen and very capable.

My father, George Bald, became one of them in 1903 and until the mid-twenties was chief ranger of this area. Trever Isenberg, Jerome Larmer, Bob Clark, Bob Miller, Bill Herbert, the Leiber brothers, Tom Dunsmore, Gene Johnson were among others of that day I remember. They were what one might call, at that time, “real Westerners.”

There is, to me, an amusing story that might give an idea of how that breed of men could impress the uninitiated easterner. In later years it was recounted to me many times.

Sarah McMullen was a nurse who came to take care of Loring Farnum, a semi-invalid who bought our Rinconada Ranch (J.D. Reyes and I gave it that name), later the Orchid Ranch, which is now owned by Camp Ramah. She always began the story with: “The worst fright I ever had was being confronted at Mr. Farnum’s front door by three of the awfullest looking men I ever laid eyes on!” Then there would be a detailed description of the three. “Two were huge, very dark complexioned men with high cheek bones and dark, piercing eyes. The third man was short with a sandy complexion and legs like a pair of ice tongs…” The refrain would be: “And that was your father….”

“They wore broad-brimmed, low-crowned hats and red bandanas, and, of course, were unshaven. They curtly asked to see Mr. Farnum. I was trembling so,” said Sarah, “I could hardly speak when I went back to Mr. Farnum’s room and said there are three of the most terrible men I ever saw who said they want to see you. Mr. Farnum said, ‘Well, show them in!’”

As I pictured the scene, Jacinto and Geraldo Reyes and my dad were returning from a week camping in the mountains. They were tired, dusty and, of course, thirsty, and they knew that Mr. Farnum was always generous with the drinks.

“Reminiscences of Early Ojai” by Howard Bald, 1973

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Steve Gavras August 1, 2012 at 6:08 pm

I actually lived on orchid ranch for a few months as a kid, around 1960-61. We lived in the Orchid town, inside the buildings including the pony express and the art gallery. My sisters’ bedroom was the chinese laundry. It was a wonderful experience for a poor ghetto kid who had previously lived in south central los angeles.

Drew Mashburn August 23, 2013 at 9:35 pm

I lived in “Orchid Town” (no longer referred to as “Rancho Rinconada”) in about 1970 to 1971. My buddy, Rick Askam (deceased), and I rented what we were told had been the ranch’s chef’s home which was situated in the northwest corner of the establishment. It was near what we were told were old, roofed, concrete-based dog kennels. The home was of a wood-sided “ranch-style” architecture. It had two bedrooms separted by a bathroom, a combination kitchen & dining room and a sunken living room. The home had electricity and running water. It was set up for propane gas, but the propane gas supplier would not turn on the propane for us because the former tenants failed to pay their propane gas bill. So, we cooked on an electric hot-plate and wood-burning stove. We heated the home with firewood too. You didn’t stay in the shower long without the water being heated! We had a fenced, wonderful producing, year-round vegetable garden next to the home. We had to keep the garden fenced because the deer and other wildlife would devour it without it being fenced. There were other old homes at Orchid Town at this time that were being rented too. I don’t recall who owned the property, but the rent was only $5o per month with water and electricity included. Quite the deal, even way back then!

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