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5 de agosto de 1775: El “San Carlos” entra en la Bahía de San Francisco

5 de agosto de 1775: El “San Carlos” entra en la Bahía de San Francisco

Carl Nolte es el Cervantes de San Francisco: escritor, historiador, alma de la Ciudad. Y, lo más importante, nuestro amigo. Hoy, cronica (el juego de palabras es intencionado) un momento clave de la historia marítima y mundial. Lo comparto mientras Alfredo y yo estamos en Andalucía, la tierra natal de Ayala, aquel pionero capitán ibérico.

—- David Eugene Perry

Este 250 aniversario en San Francisco probablemente pasará en silencio

Por Carl Nolte,

Columnista, San Francisco Chronicle

2 de agosto de 2025

Este martes se cumple el 250 aniversario de un viaje marítimo que quedó grabado en la historia. Poco antes del anochecer, en una tarde ventosa y fría, el 5 de agosto de 1775, el navío de la Real Armada Española San Carlosentró en la Bahía de San Francisco y fondeó frente a la playa de lo que hoy conocemos como El Presidio. Hasta donde se sabe, fue el primer barco que penetró en la bahía.

La llegada del San Carlos desencadenó una serie de eventos: al descubrir la magnitud y el potencial del área, los españoles enviaron un grupo de colonos al año siguiente; llegaron en la primavera de 1776. Así comenzó San Francisco, y terminó el modo de vida de los pueblos originarios que habitaban la bahía desde hacía miles de años.

Doscientos cincuenta años es un aniversario importante, pero cualquier relato de exploración lleva consigo un equipaje: colonialismo y el impacto fatal del contacto europeo sobre los pueblos indígenas. Por eso, hasta donde sé, no habrá celebraciones oficiales. Pero toda travesía hacia lo desconocido tiene su fascinación.

Como niño, devoraba relatos de exploradores: Robert Scott en la Antártida, Roald Amundsen en el Paso del Noroeste. Acabo de terminar The Wide Wide Sea, el libro de Hampton Sides sobre el Capitán James Cook. Nunca superé la fascinación por estas historias.

Así, el viaje del San Carlos hacia San Francisco me resultaba natural. El comandante, Teniente de Fragata Juan Manuel de Ayala, llevó un meticuloso diario de navegación, preservado hoy en el Consejo de Indias en Sevilla. Las descripciones son tan precisas que puedes visitar los lugares que Ayala mencionó. Puedes tomar el ferry a la Isla Ángel, donde fondearon durante un mes, o navegar hacia Vallejo, por la amplia bahía que los españoles dedicaron a San Pablo.

Hace unos días conduje hasta la pequeña playa al borde del Presidio donde el San Carlos fondeó aquella primera noche en la bahía, en aguas de 40 metros de profundidad con fondo arenoso. El lugar está cerca de lo que llamamos el Golden Gate. Es ahora parte de un parque nacional, frecuentado por corredores y paseadores de perros.

Ayala no quedó satisfecho con el lugar: demasiado viento, demasiada corriente, remolinos y mareas traicioneras. A la mañana siguiente, cruzó la bahía hacia Marin, a un lugar que bautizó Carmelita, buscando abrigo. Pero el fondo blando tampoco era ideal: temía perder el ancla en el barro.

Fue su piloto, José de Cañizares, quien encontró una ensenada en la isla más grande de la bahía. La llamaron Isla de los Ángeles, en honor a la Virgen cuya festividad se acercaba. Otra isla, inhóspita y plagada de pelícanos, fue nombrada Alcatraz.

El viaje del San Carlos no desató el drama histórico que vendría después, pero sentó las bases. Durante sus exploraciones, el piloto Aguirre llegó a una pequeña ensenada donde encontró a tres personas llorando desconsoladamente. Nunca supo el motivo de sus lágrimas, pero bautizó el lugar como La Ensenada de los Llorones. Hoy la conocemos como Mission Bay, el barrio más moderno de San Francisco.

Carl Nolte:

Carl Nolte es sanfranciscano de cuarta generación y trabaja en el Chronicle desde 1961. Dejó el periodismo diario en 2019 tras una larga carrera como editor y reportero, incluyendo servicio como corresponsal de guerra. Actualmente escribe la columna dominical “Native Son”. Ha recibido múltiples galardones, entre ellos el Maritime Heritage Award de la San Francisco Maritime Park Association.

5 August 1775: The “San Carlos” enters San Francisco Bay

5 August 1775: The “San Carlos” enters San Francisco Bay

Carl Nolte is San Francisco’s Cervantes: writer, historian, soul-of-The City. Most importantly, our friend. Today, he chronicles (all puns intended) a moment in maritime and world history. I share it here as Alfredo and I are in Andalucía, the region of Ayala’s birth, that pioneering Iberian captain.

— David Eugene Perry

This 250th anniversary in San Francisco will probably pass in silence

By Carl Nolte, 

Columnist, San Francisco Chronicle 

Aug 2, 2025

Tuesday is the 250th anniversary of a sea voyage that went down in history. Not long before dark on a windy and cold afternoon, Aug. 5, 1775, the Royal Spanish Navy ship San Carlos entered the harbor of San Francisco Bay and anchored for the night just off the beach at what is now the Presidio. As far as anyone knows, the San Carlos was the first ship to enter San Francisco Bay.

The arrival of the San Carlos set off a whole series of events. Once the Spanish found out the extent and potential of the area, they decided to send a party of colonists the very next year; they arrived in the spring of 1776. It was the beginning of San Francisco and the end of a way of life for people who had lived around the bay for thousands of years.

Two hundred fifty years is a big milestone, but any story about exploration comes with baggage: colonialism and the fatal impact of European contact on native peoples. So there will be no celebration of this anniversary as far as I know. But any voyage into the unknown has a certain fascination. As a kid I devoured stories about explorers: Robert Scott in the Antarctic, Roald Amundsen on the Northwest Passage. I just finished “The Wide Wide Sea,” Hampton Sides’ book on Capt. James Cook. I never outgrew these tales.

So the voyage of the San Carlos to San Francisco was a natural. The commander of the San Carlos, Teniente de Fragata(Frigate Lt.) Juan Manuel de Ayala, kept a careful log of the voyage, and it’s preserved in the Council of the Indies in Seville. The Spanish descriptions are so clear you can visit the locations Ayala wrote about. You can take a ferry to Angel Island to the cove where the San Carlos anchored for a month, or sail to Vallejo up the wide bay the Spanish named for St. Paul.

Just the other day I drove to the little beach at the edge of the Presidio where the San Carlos anchored that first night in San Francisco Bay in 132 feet of water with a sandy bottom. The spot is not far from what we call the Golden Gate. It’s part of a national park, popular with joggers and dog walkers.

Ayala anchored the ship a quarter-mile from the beach, but Ayala didn’t like the look of it: too windy, too much current, whirlpools and riptides. So in the morning he moved across the bay to Marin to a place he called Carmelita, out of the wind. You can stand on that little San Francisco beach and see that cross bay trip in your mind’s eye.

But the bottom was soft on the north side, and that wouldn’t do either. Ayala feared losing the anchor in the mud.

Ayala’s chief mate and pilot, José de Cañizares, had scouted a cove on the bay’s biggest island, not far away, and Ayala eventually took the ship there. As it was near her feast day, the island was named for Our Lady, Queen of the Angels — Angel Island. Another island was found to be inhospitable, with steep cliffs and hundreds of pelicans. Alcatraz.

Ayala sent Cañizares, the pilot, with 10 men in a launch to explore and chart the bay. They went north and east taking soundings and mapping the shore. They went as far as Carquinez Strait, which they named for the Karquin people they met, and into Suisun Bay. Another pilot, Juan Aguirre, went south toward what became San Jose. The chart they made became the first accurate map of the bay region.

Juan Manuel de Ayala was born in Andalusia and was a graduate of the Spanish naval academy. By the time he was assigned to Mexico he was 29, and after 15 years in the service was still a lieutenant. But he had a good reputation and was one of five officers hand picked by the viceroy to explore the north coast on three ships. The Spanish knew about San Francisco Bay and wanted more information.

Ayala must have been disappointed when he got to San Blas, a small base near Puerto Vallarta, to be given command of the schooner Sonora, only 36 feet long and designed for inshore work. The Sonora and two other ships sailed from San Blas on the afternoon of March 21,1775, the first day of spring.

There was trouble. The San Carlos, a two-masted packet boat that was the largest in the fleet, hoisted a signal. The captain, Diego Manrique, a senior lieutenant, was sick “and unable to continue the voyage.” He’d had a mental breakdown. He became paranoid, convinced himself that persons unknown were after him. He stashed loaded pistols all over the ship. The fleet commander relieved Manrique and picked Ayala to replace him.

On April 4, when the fleet was near the Port of Mazatlan, one of the pistols the unfortunate former captain had hidden away went off and shot Ayala in the foot. Ayala was so badly hurt he couldn’t walk. This was in 1775, and one can only imagine the medical help available on a ship at sea. Mazatlan was not far away and Ayala could have turned back. But this was his chance — an independent command with orders to go to the uncharted port of San Francisco. So, disabled as he was, he stayed in command.

The voyage was long and tedious; the San Carlos was very slow, especially when sailing against the wind and in the heavy coastal fog. It took from early April to late June to sail from Cabo San Lucas at the tip of Baja California, to Monterey, where they stopped for repairs, and nearly a week from Monterey to the Gulf of the Farallones. At sunrise on Aug. 5, the ship was at 36 degrees 42 minutes north latitude and Ayala could see what we now call the Golden Gate. The rest was history.

The arrival of the San Carlos was not the first contact between the people of the Bay Area and Europeans. An expedition led by Gaspar de Portolá first sighted the bay in the fall of 1769. In 1772, another expedition, this one headed by army Capt. Pedro Fages, explored the eastern side of the bay. They calculated the latitude of the entrance to the estuary. A gap in the coastal hills looked to them like “a gate.” Three years later, Ayala knew where to sail.

The Spanish sailors found the local people “affable and hospitable.” They came aboard the ship and invited the foreigners to their camps. They offered food and small gifts. Padre Vicente Santa Maria was quite taken with what he called “the heathens” and tried to learn their language and culture.

The voyage of the San Carlos did not create the historic drama that followed, but it set the stage. On one of his exploring trips, the pilot Aguirre came upon a little cove. On the shore were three people, weeping uncontrollably. He couldn’t understand the reason for the tears, but he called it “La Ensenada de los llorones” — the cove of the weepers. Today it’s called Mission Bay, San Francisco’s newest neighborhood.

Carl Nolte;

Carl Nolte is a fourth generation San Franciscan who has been with The Chronicle since 1961. He stepped back from daily journalism in 2019 after a long career as an editor and reporter including service as a war correspondent. He now writes a Sunday column, “Native Son.” He won several awards, including a distinguished career award from the Society of Professional Journalists, a maritime heritage award from the San Francisco Maritime Park Association, and holds honorary degrees from the University of San Francisco and the California State University Maritime Academy.

Passing Shadows: The Angel of Valdepeñas and Spain’s Living Memory

Passing Shadows: The Angel of Valdepeñas and Spain’s Living Memory

— By David Eugene Perry

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Earlier today, as Alfredo and I drove south toward Grazalema, a familiar silhouette appeared on the horizon—a broken-winged angel, its bronze long since vanished, but its presence as haunting as ever. Towering above the plain just outside Valdepeñas, the remnants of the Ángel de la Victoria y de la Paz—the Angel of Victory and Peace—jutted skyward from Cerro de las Aguzaderas, still visible to travelers on the Madrid–Cádiz road. I always take note of it. You don’t pass a ghost like that without feeling its weight. Nor can you miss its height: over 50 feet.

It’s especially present for me now as I write my new novel, Thorns of the 15 Roses (sequel to Upon This Rock) which delves deeply into the enduring legacy of Franco’s regime. Several of its characters—elderly, reflective, and burdened—lived through the Spanish Civil War and the long, silent decades that followed. Like the Angel itself, they stand as survivors and witnesses of an unresolved past.

The Angel: Monument to Victory, Testament to Ruin

Erected in 1964 by order of Franco’s regime and sculpted by Juan de Ávalos, the same artist behind the Valley of the Fallen, the Angel was a grand gesture of triumphalism. Bronze wings spread wide, sword held high, flanked by two towering stone obelisks, it was designed to memorialize the Nationalist “martyrs” who had died during the Civil War. It loomed over the landscape like a divine seal on Franco’s version of history.

But in 1976, just months after Franco’s death, that narrative was quite literally blown apart. On the 40th anniversary of the 1936 military coup, a bomb—reportedly planted by GRAPO, an anti-Francoist militant group—detonated beneath the Angel, reducing it to a twisted skeleton of steel and broken stone. The symbolism was unmistakable.

And yet, the monument was never rebuilt. Today, the Angel’s remains still cling to the hilltop, its bronze figure gone, its obelisks cracked, and its significance suspended somewhere between abandonment and confrontation.

Memory, Reckoning, and Law

Spain has long struggled with how to remember—or forget—its Civil War and dictatorship. Under Franco, only one version of history was permitted. After his death, silence reigned, a kind of national amnesia disguised as reconciliation.

That began to shift with the 2007 Law of Historical Memory, but it wasn’t until October 2022 that Spain enacted the more forceful Ley de Memoria Democrática (Law of Democratic Memory). This new legislation mandates:

• The removal or recontextualization of public symbols that glorify Francoism.

• The creation of a national catalogue of such symbols.

• Exhumations of mass graves, with the state taking an active role in the recovery and identification of victims.

• Historical education and documentation to ensure that Spain’s democratic memory survives.

Even monuments like the shattered Angel of Valdepeñas fall under the law’s gaze. Though damaged and inactive, its form still rises over a public highway. Under the law, such monuments must be removed, hidden from public view, or critically reinterpreted—through signage or preservation as sites of memory, not reverence.

As of the present day, there have been local debates but no formal actionreported to fully remove or reframe the site. Because it is a ruin and not actively promoted, it has so far flown under the radar compared to higher-profile sites like Valle de los Caídos (now renamed Valle de Cuelgamuros).

Fiction Reflecting Truth

In Thorns of the 15 Roses, I explore not only the personal traumas of those who endured war, repression, and silence, but also the collective weight of memory—what is carried, what is buried, and what refuses to be forgotten. The Angel of Valdepeñas is the kind of symbol my characters would pass on a drive and fall silent before. Not out of reverence, but recognition. Grief. Rage. Memory.

A Hilltop Reminder

Spain’s landscape is littered with ghosts—some buried, some standing defiantly against time and law. As we continue our journey through Andalusia, I’m reminded that no road here is free from history. The Angel of Valdepeñas is not just a ruin; it’s a mirror.

We have never actually stopped and hiked up to the site — although we have visited other such rocky phantasms during our journeys including twice visiting the eerie Valle de los Caidos: once while Franco and fascist icon Jose Antonio were still interred there, and once, in 2023, after their bodies had been moved. When Alfredo and I drive back along this route in September, I think we will walk up the slope.

And as long as it stands—part monument, part wound—it will continue to ask Spain, and all of us, whether memory is something we honor, or something we try to outrun.

San Francisco Cable Cars Welcome Tourists

San Francisco Cable Cars Welcome Tourists

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Ahoy! What a gorgeous day in San Francisco. Mayor Daniel Lurie is correct: things are looking up. The late Jim Flood used to look out of his office window at the landmark Flood Building to guage the state of the economy by the line at the Cable Car turnaround. He’d have been encouraged today: longest queue I’ve seen in YEARS — all the way up Powell to Ellis! Karin Flood  – take a look! 🙂 Thanks to the work of Marisa Rodriguez and her team at the Union Square Alliance the “heart of the City” is bouncing back.

San Francisco’s WPA-Era SF Maritime Museum National Park Service Landmark Building Shines in New Documentary 

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San Francisco’s WPA-Era SF Maritime Museum National Park Service Landmark Building Shines in New Documentary 

“A Balcony on the World” Premieres August 22 on KQED 

A Love Letter to Public Art, Civic Imagination, and a Forgotten Cultural Treasure

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24 July 2025 – San Francisco, CA: One of San Francisco’s most visually striking and historically layered landmarks takes center stage in a powerful new documentary premiering this August on KQED 9. “A Balcony on the World” uncovers the long-overlooked story of the Aquatic Park Bathhouse Building—now home to the San Francisco Maritime Museum—and the visionary artists, architects, and civic leaders who shaped it.

Broadcast Dates on KQED 9:

• Friday, August 22 at 8:00pm
• Saturday, August 23 at 2:00am
• Saturday, August 30 at 6:00pm

Constructed during the depths of the Great Depression as part of the New Deal’s Works Progress Administration, the Aquatic Park Bathhouse was envisioned as a “democratic country club”—a public sanctuary for art, beauty, and leisure. The Streamline Moderne structure, overlooking San Francisco Bay, became a hub of innovation, collaboration, and civic optimism. Yet until now, its full story has never been told.

“This film is a revelation—not only for what it says about the building, but for what it says about our city’s history and soul,” said Darlene Plumtree, CEO of the San Francisco Maritime National Park Association. “The Aquatic Park Bathhouse has always belonged to the people, and this documentary gives its stories—and its art—the platform they deserve.”

From the Surrealist murals of Hilaire Hiler to the elegant tile work of African American Modernist Sargent Johnson, A Balcony on the World showcases art and architecture as acts of hope. It traces the building’s rise, decline, and rebirth—from public gathering space to private lease, and eventually to its 1951 transformation into the Maritime Museum.

The documentary also highlights the modern-day restoration by respected conservator Anne Rosenthal, who used forensic techniques to recover the murals’ lost brilliance, revealing hidden layers of abstraction, color theory, and symbolism.

Beyond art and architecture, the film is deeply personal—a tribute by filmmaker John Rogers to his father, a Navy veteran and Matson Line purser, who first introduced him to the museum as a child. The result is not only a documentary about a building, but a meditation on civic beauty, artistic inclusion, and the enduring power of public space.

Appearing in the film and offering expert perspective are Todd Bloch, architectural historian with the National Park Service; David Pelfrey, National Park Ranger; and Gray Brechin, noted historian of the New Deal. Also featured are author and San Francisco Chronicle contributor Gary Kamiya, along with art curator Lizzetta LaFalle-Collins.

About the San Francisco Maritime Museum:
The San Francisco Maritime Museum, housed in the historic Aquatic Park Bathhouse, is part of the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park. Operated by the National Park Service, the museum preserves and interprets the region’s rich maritime heritage through exhibitions, historic ships, and public programming. The building, a landmark of WPA Streamline Moderne design, also continues to serve the community as home to a senior center operated by Sequoia Living, underscoring its ongoing legacy as a public space for all. To learn more, go to https://www.nps.gov/safr/index.htm

(Below: links to two short promotional videos)

“Balcony on the World” Short PSA videos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvgipOiDQkc