Rally Against Crime

No one wants to hear about horrible events.

No one want to talk about them, either.

But, it is a reality.

And, in our community the increased activity in violence and crime is a reality. No doubt, many of you in Hollister have heard about the death of a fourteen year old girl who police believe was shot accidentally. For more about that, check out this article from the Hollister Free Lance.


Tomorrow night, at 8 p.m.,  there will be a Peace Rally on the grassy corner of San Benito and Fourth Streets. My understanding is that the purpose for the rally is to show community solidarity against crime, in particular gang activity.

Mission San Juan Bautista

This week, I shall be taking you over to San Juan Bautista, which is just a short hop from Highway 25, heading west on Highway 156. 

Mission San Juan Bautista is the 15th of the 21 California missions, which were founded by Spanish Franciscan friars. It was established in 1797. The mission lies on the San Andreas Fault in the middle of San Juan Valley.  To learn more about the mission, check out its Web site.
 

The City of San Juan Bautista

This week, I shall be taking you over to San Juan Bautista, which is just a short hop from Highway 25, heading west on Highway 156.

San Juan Bautista is about 7 miles west of Hollister. It is the second largest city in San Benito County with a population of about 1,400. The city was incorporated in 1869, but its history goes back to the founding of Mission San Juan Bautista  in 1797. Before the Spanish missionaries entered San Juan Valley, in 1769, the Amah Mutson  people lived in the area.




To learn more about San Juan Bautista, check out the city Web site.

Night Falling in Hollister

Anyone know what the story is about the five palm trees by the railroad tracks? Please share.

San Juan Grade Road

"Where does this road go?" asked the husband, as we kept straight rather than turn left towards the Anza Trail in San Juan Bautista.

"We've driven this before. It comes out on Highway 101 by the eucalyptus grove," I answered.

"I don't remember driving this," he said.

"We have," I said.

I was wrong, and so was the husband. We had driven it before. Just last year, in fact. It was the back road to Salinas. We didn't recognize it, I suppose, because of how green the hills were. It was so worth the drive forth and back on it that late afternoon.