LeBaron: The Springs, now and then
So now it’s just The Springs.
In their “glory days” in the early 1900s, the trio of busy Sonoma Valley resort towns each had its own name. One was the same as the land grant that stretched along the valley — Spanish words that mean, appropriate to the geology, “hot water.”
Another took the name of Capt. Henry Boyes, who is credited with being the first entrepreneur to take note of the hot water bubbling up from the earth and build a bathhouse and hotel.
Another was named for George Fetters, who also found a hot spring on his property, and for his wife, Emma, who ran the sprawling resort that not only tapped into the spring but provided her own “hot water” in the rip-roaring days of Prohibition.
Now Agua Caliente, Boyes Hot Springs and Fetters Hot Springs have morphed into one entity. In government-speak, it is The Springs. (Who says? Don’t ask me. I only know what I read in the newspapers. But I like it.)
This two-word town is a much different community than the triple towns were in their time.
The change has been anything but sudden. It’s taken decades. But it is now symbolized, I suppose you could say, by the question of the colors. The vivid purple, pink, green and yellow designs — love ’em or hate ’em — constitute a bright and bold new look that reflects current demographics, a new direction.
Some might call it a renaissance for these towns that have come through some hard times and emerged smiling.
From the first decade of the 20th century, there were three big hotels and clusters of summer homes around them, each with its own post office and identity. They were the products of two important factors — hot mineral springs and access by railroad. “City people,” especially immigrants who were familiar with the Old World health habit of “taking the waters,” staked out their own spheres.
Agua Caliente was an Irish family resort; Fetters was less for families and more for those who, in today’s terms, came to “party hearty.” The Boyes Springs Hotel — which became the Sonoma Mission Inn in 1928 when nearby Sonoma began to exploit its history as the “birthplace” of California — was a little more upscale, with an impressive high-ceilinged lobby, a rather formal hotel dining room and, by the 1920s, access to a golf course.
From the early hotel trade came the summer residents — little houses along Sonoma Creek favored by the Italian population, and the two-story retreats of the wealthier Bay Area visitors on the hillside above the train tracks.
For 50 years the city people came. At least three generations danced to the big bands that played at the Boyes Springs Bathhouse, and sports fans came to see the San Francisco Seals train at Lichtenberg Field next door. World War II turned the Sonoma Mission Inn into a military rest and rehabilitation center for the duration.
But by the 1950s, things were changing. The business district was still viable — markets, a drug store, a movie theater, several bars, a sporting goods store, a dress shop, a hardware store and several small office buildings. The bathhouse still drew swimmers and small crowds to the arcade and Saturday night dances. But the trains had stopped in the 1930s, and the new mobility of four wheels on paved roads took visitors on wider sweeps. Lake Tahoe could be reached on a weekend. Reno beckoned, as did Monterey and Carmel and the coast and Humboldt redwoods. The resort towns faded, as did those along the Russian River.