This is a photo from a late 1950s yearbook from El Dorado High School. Before the PG&E dam was built just above Chili Bar in the early 1960s, Chili Bar Beach was a very popular swimming and hangout spot for all ages. I remember swimming there when I was very young. There were buoys placed out in the water so we wouldn't go out too far (the American River current can be deadly). After the dam was built, the water was just too cold, and the popularity of the beach for swimming was lost.
This is a June 1955 view of Chili Bar from the Kelsey side. It shows the old bridge which has been replaced. To the left of the bridge you can see a small image of a home which once stood there. The family of the slate mine superintendent once lived there, from the late 1920s to the late 1940s. A friend of mine was the college age daughter of that family, and when she returned home in the summers she had lots of fun with her brother, swimming and exploring. At the end of this post I will show a painting her mother made of the bridge.
This old cabinet photo is of lumberjacks gathered at Chili Bar. I don't have much information about lumbering at Chili Bar, but perhaps they were able to float the logs down the river to Coloma or further. Before the devastating Chili Bar fire in the 1980s, there were large trees covering the hills above the river on the North. Now mostly brush covers the area.
This is an old real photo postcard showing one of the serious floods Chili Bar has suffered through. This was in the very early 1900s. You will note the bridge is of the old metal variety. It is very similar to the bridge which was down river at Lotus. This bridge was replaced with the cement bridge which was shown above in the 1955 photo.
This inscription on the flood postcard "This recalls that fine dusty walk back from Chili Bar" was sent to Lorena Sisenop of Slatington (Kelsey). That walk must have been really hard, it is all uphill. I wouldn't want to do it!
This old photo, which is not very clear, shows the river, Chili Bar bridge, and an old home. Chili Bar got its name from the Chilean miners who settled there, after they were run out of Garden Valley. Apparently there was once a Chilean cemetery located at Chili Bar, but it was washed out during a flood and no longer exists. There is also the Toll House Cemetery located at the Nugget Campground, on the Northeast side of the river. A portion of the cemetery was bulldozed for a bus turnaround, and only one grave, that of Ella Coolidge, the daughter of the tollhouse owner, is marked.
This is a view of Chili Bar in 1956 before the dam was built. The bridge is in the upper left corner. In the top 1/3 on the right of the river is the area which is now the Nugget Campground, and that is where Chili Bar Resort once was. There used to be quite a few old cabins there, but some have been lost to floods, even in fairly recent times.
Another old postcard view of Chili Bar. The slate quarries at chili bar are apparently the most extensive in the west. The hillside shown in the top left quarter of this postcard is now almost all denuded of foliage and bulldozed up to the top. Until a few years ago, at about 3:00 or 4:00 p.m., if you were driving north on Highway 193 you might run into a gigantic truck loaded with slate, long and heavy, and barely making it past the corners. They were dangerous to other drivers and after many complaints, smaller trucks are now used. I myself was nearly run off the road at a steep corner on the day before Thanksgiving one year. The truck could not make it past the corner without nearly switch blading and I got caught between its two halves, although on my own side of the road, because the driver wouldn't stop and let me go by as he tried to negotiate the turn. He finally stopped before he forced me over the edge, and he stalled his truck. My heart was pounding! Logging trucks are nothing compared to those slate trucks. I am glad they are no longer allowed.
This rather blurry postcard is of a power plant which was located east of Chili Bar not far up the river. The South Fork of the American River has several power plants on it, SMUD, PG&E and EID all use the river as a source of power.
Another blurry postcard view of the American River near Chili Bar.
This is a later color postcard view of Chili Bar from Highway 193 above where the dam is now located, and just before Rock Creek Road.
This is a color postcard, which has the same view as the June 1955 view shown earlier. Now Chili Bar is a popular put-in spot for rafts and kayaks. To the left of the bridge is where the rafting companies take you to practice with your oars before they let you go downriver towards Coloma. To the right is where the parking lot and store are located. There are also now houses and trailers located on the north side (foreground of photo). I believe this postcard is from the 1960s. If you look carefully you can see Highway 193 winding its way South up to Placerville in the middle of the card.
I am ending this post on Chili Bar with this wonderful oil painting of Chili Bar Bridge by Reba Sinclair. It was painted in the 1930s or 1940s, when she lived at Chili Bar, and her daughter graciously allowed me to photograph the painting to share with you.
I hope you enjoyed our little trip to Chili Bar, and aren't you glad you don't have to walk home?
Such an interesting post, Tina! I love all of the old pictures and postcards.
ReplyDeleteI love the gold country history! The other night I watched the California's Gold episode on Placerville.
ReplyDeletethis is really great-you are really good in explaining and directing our attention to all the details. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletethis was purely fascinating! and i am SOOOO glad i don't have to walk home, either side of that crazy canyon! i still go swimming at chili bar in the summers, although i guess i never made it there this year...suddenly realized that. last summer we went there a lot and my friend's mom who is very athletic, got swept partway down the river when she tried to swim across. it was scary! the american river and its many associations and jobs over the years are so interesting and powerful. thanks for the history, and i am sorry you nearly got run off the road by a slate truck...what a story! my own heart was pounding for you!
ReplyDeleteThanks for this, I recently moved about 1/4 mile up the hill from chilli bar and enjoy all the old history, you can actually see my property in that 1955 post card house was 1 year old at the time.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tina, for posting this! I stumbled upon it by accident while looking for photos of the old bridge at Chili Bar. I was thrilled that you mentioned my mother and shared the painting of the bridge that was done by my grandmother, Reba Sinclair, in 1941!
ReplyDeleteTina, I'm 76 now and our family visited Chili Bar in the early 50's in the summer time. I was a boy about 10 years old. I remember much about the camp ground and there were a few cabins for rent. The two families who owned the campground were Bob and ? Gilmore. They were brothers with families. After I was married I ran into one of the brothers managing a state campground near old Chili Bar. This was after the river was dammed above the campground. One or both brothers would swim up and down the river daily with swim fins. We also visited the inside of the slate mine across the river. There was also a dancing area with lights on the property which i imagine would be busy on the weekends. I think it was square dancing. My best parts of the vacations were panning for gold and tubing down the river. I would walk up the river about a 1/4 mile or so and tube down. Many good memories!
ReplyDeleteVery informative post with rich detail and fascinating photographs. Thank you for publishing this historical narrative. I usually kayak the famous Chili Bar whitewater run. But I’ve hiked the trail on the river right below Chili Bar a couple of times and the short South Fork Ditch on river left. These are not easy places to access. You can “sense” the history of the place, from the legacy of the Chilean miners to the Indigenous grinding holes dotting “Meatgrinder” rapid. The trail on river right gives a false impression of convenience from the river. Once upon it it shows its gnarly, overgrown, and hilly character. I’ve been seduced and deluded by its sight from afar. Once upon it one must experiment and decide the proper course in four or five places moving upstream, the true route not obvious until hindsight. An intrepid explorer will find a challenge thereon.
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