Sutro and the Tides
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- Peter Maxwell Davies plays his own composition, Farewell to Stromness.
- Dominique Dumont plays Gone for a Wander
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The tide would come in and everything would would turn beautiful.
Adolph Sutra would come to the land's end, down the sandstone cliffs to the beach, Point Lobos in San Francisco, to the rocks crusted with bleached barnacles, blue-black mussels, cracked and gull pecked or agape mid-gasp in the open air, the shriveled anemones dormant and dulled, dead seeming.
grayish-green huddled together, clinging like the pale pink sea stars, untwinkling there in the sun.
But then the tide would roll in.
Water would rush in and pour and pool and the rocks would hold the sea and its wonders for a while.
And Adolph Sutra would walk, stepping from still dry rock to still dry rock, careful not to slip, cut his palm, or soak the cuffs of his woollen dress pants or the leather soles of his leather shoes.
And he'd look down at the small fish, deposited there to swim about for a bit, the scuttling hermit crabs, see the anemones bloom again to vibrant life,
stretch out their tiny wisping tentacles,
watch their color return, bright greens and pinks, scarlet spined urchins, or purple, or midnight blue in the morning light, starfish sparkling now, silvery clouds too, reflected in the tide pools.
He was an immigrant, Adolph Sutro.
a German and a Jew, came to California right after the gold rush, sold cigars in in San Francisco and then in Nevada, when the prospectors who'd rushed westward rushed a bit backward for the silver that had been found there.
He made his first fortune and made his name when he figured out a way to dig tunnels that could draw waters that filled mines outside.
Made them safer, made them more profitable.
But what made his name endure, in the small way that it does, if only in San Francisco, if only in stories like these, was when he figured out how to bring water inside.
Sucho left Nevada, put his money into land in San Francisco, which is never a bad investment, eventually mayor, and, it seems, a lover of tide pools.
And so he bought a mansion in a fire sale, rebuilt it into a grand resort above those pools at Point Lobos.
And at some point during the building up of that resort, a glorious Victorian, white turrets and gingerbread at the cliff's edge, while he was building up the business of it all, how to draw in tourists, give guests things to do, reasons to stick around the grounds and not seek other pleasures in other parts of the city to other men's profit.
Planning gardens and galleries, restaurants and a museum of curiosities, anthropological artifacts, taxidermied animals, natural wonders.
His thoughts turned back to the tide pools.
Did the idea come in slowly?
A drip, drip of thought and insight, bringing his creative brain back to life?
Or did it all rush in at once?
A wave of inspiration?
I don't know.
But I know that the world's largest indoor swimming park opened in that inlet at the land's edge in March of 1896.
A massive structure with a stunning wall made of 100,000 square feet of glass panes, letting visitors look to the ocean just outside.
Out to the horizon and up to the clouds, to the sun streaming through the arched glass ceiling towering above.
There were gardens and galleries and restaurants, a museum of curiosities, natural wonders, all of that.
What brought people by the thousands to the land's end to Sutro's baths was the water.
Seven swimming pools, six salt water, one fresh, each just huge, each 500 feet long, 250 feet wide, laid out side by side, pointing out to sea, ringed by wooden walkways, extending out from bleachers and private changing rooms, snack bars, everything, but the pools, each with a slide, diving boards, ropes, and rings, and things we're used to now, but then, no, there had never been a place like that, where so many could run and jump and dive and soak and splash.
Year-round, some of the pools were heated and warm and wonderful all winter.
Stay in for hours.
Let your workday slip away.
The worries of the week.
Let Sutro's baths bring you back to life.
The boiler that would heat the water was also used to heat the towels that were waiting for you when you got out.
Wrap yourself up, dangle your feet over the edge of the pool, or lean back in the bleachers, watching everybody have the time of their life.
Watch the way the sunlight through the glass ceiling played on the surface of the pools, the way its reflection danced on your girlfriend's face, how her wet hair shone.
As the day's light would change the color of that wall of windows at the edge of the ocean.
Orange sunsets, silver rainstorms, rosy dusk turning dark, and then electric lights blinking on when you still weren't used to electric lights blinking on.
Seven swimming pools fed by the tides.
Adolph Sutro had figured it out.
Made tunnels and channels, spillways.
At high tide, the ocean would supply all the water he'd need.
Fill the whole place up in under an hour.
It was like that every day.
Invite the ocean in, invite the people in,
and it would be beautiful
for a while.
The baths aren't there anymore.
There was a fire at the resort.
A couple, actually.
But it was mostly business.
It was an expensive place to run.
And tastes changed.
Other entertainments caught people's attention.
Different diversions brought them to life instead.
The place started to fall apart.
Upkeep wasn't kept up.
Turned one of the pools into an ice rink.
And that was fun,
but wasn't enough.
The place shut down
and then burned down in 1966.
The tide comes in,
the tide goes out.
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