Also see this story at
ghostsofbigbear.com!
"Return
to George's Haunt"
The
second floor
wasn't used for serving
some nights when dinner guests arrived . . .
or was it?
A True Restaurant Haunting
For My Dear Friend
Lorraine
Return
to George's Haunt
for
and because of Lorraine
Hailing From: Big Bear, California
Where it Happened: Big Bear, California
Editor's
Note:
For
the past several years I have made sure to stop in and visit with some
of the nicest people I have ever met up in the little mountain community
known as Big Bear. Their well-appointed and inviting restaurant is located
near our family cabin. With certainty, each and every time I've stopped
in I have had a more enjoyable time than the time before. It's not just
the food that is splendid, and the company "devine" (you'll
see later on why I chose the word "devine"), but there is
an intrigue at this famous old haunt that's been a part of the mountain
community now for nearly 60 some years.
Being
of rustic mountain construction, it's like a friendly old fortress with
lots of wood and stone used in its making. It even has a great freestanding
fireplace with a sturdy old mantelpiece on both the first and second floors
that we'll show later when we talk about the ghost. The building dominates
the corner it stands on and its windows seem to beckon to the passerby
to stop in and enjoy some real hospitality and fantastic surf and turf
cuisine -- and while you're there, share a story of their ghost and his
latest escapades.
Since
this story will in part be written by yours truly, and will include
pictures, I'll be spreading it out as I go over the next few weeks.
Rather than hurry and try to tell it all at once, I've chosen to do
it in installments in order to tell it "right." So sit back,
relax, and bookmark this page. Allow me a few weeks to tell what I know
and present the pictures that go with it. I am sure you'll agree, when
it is finished, that it was worth the wait.
For
this week, what I would like to do is leave you with this pic to look
at -- while I go off and prepare the text to follow. Enjoy, and no worries,
I will return shortly . . .
Picture
taken in the Captain's Anchorage Restaurant within the past 5 years.
The picture is blurry as whoever was taking it was not holding the
camera quite as steady as it should have been, however it offered
up a surprise "guest" when it was developed!
And
here's a little tidbit from the Captain's Anchorage Menu for you to
read until I return:
4 - 26 - 2002
Ok,
I'm back ... now where were we? I have been retrieving and working with
the latest pictures taken from the Captain's Anchorage second floor. What
I am going to do is put up the pictures as they are ready and ask you to
take some time, turn out the lights and see what you can see in them. Keep
in mind, when it comes to pictures, I have always been a big skeptic. A
HUGE skeptic.
How many
times have I seen pictures where the person says, my camera never did that
or never did this. Right... but, I have to say, as you look at the pictures,
especially those with what I call "champagne bubbles," you will
see that the "bubbles" (look very closely) are never in the same
place, or the same location in the frames, in all or any of the pictures
-- thus ruling out the possibility of water or water spots on the camera
lens.
And
in over 1000 pictures I have taken with my camera, especially with it being
a digital, I have never EVER seen ONE picture with "bubbles" in
it -- so this got my attention.
Well, as
I was saying, I will begin putting up pics and telling more of the story,
as I work with my camera and laptop getting the rest of the images ready
for this page. I
had thought about putting the pictures on separate pages or in thumbnails
clicked to larger images, but I opted to keep it all intact here, with all
good sized images right here, on this one page. So bear with me, if the
page is slower, it is only because I need to keep everything intact here
so that you, the reader, don't have to click and clack back and forth to
get the "whole enchilada."
Ok, let's
start by heading upstairs to the place where the legend began, and to the
rooms and corridors where it lives on ...
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On
the wall (left side of the stairs) there is a picture of Andy Devine
with his shadow.
For
whatever reason, when the folks are locking up at night, and especially
when there is only one person to lock up with no one else in the
building, this picture is usually draped with a cloth dinner napkin.
Why? Just because it looks a little spooky -- or maybe there is
some shread of doubt that, well, since Andy has also "moved
on," could it be possible his ghost is here too? I guess we'll
never know for sure, by I suppose the idea here is, why take chances!
Keep in mind that the real focus is on George, who once had his
office on the second floor -- where it is reputed he met his tragic
end.
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Ok, we're
upstairs now . . . let's see what we find.
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Notice the "bubbles"
in the pic above on the left? Look closely, they are everywhere! But on the
pic on the right, taken just a couple minutes afterward, no bubbles (and yes,
it is a different table, but no bubbles -- so they aren't on the lens).
No "bubbles"
here.
There is no "bright
light" source in this room to the left of this picture.
If "glare"
truly means the presence of a "presence," then look closely at the
extreme lower left edge of this picture. See the white curly strip? If this
means anything, I'm like one inch away from "George"
when I was snapping this image.
A particularly
unsettling fact is that this fireplace bears significance to George's story.
It was
somewhere around the fireplace that something happened.
It is
also around the fireplace that others have seen things they cannot explain.
No "bubbles"
here?
Look again at the ceiling fan in the upper right.
This little guy darn near looks like a happy face!
The pic itself shown here is of the upstairs facing
the second floor mini-bar where George used to "entertain" his most
private guests.
What might
really scare you is the seemingly normal reflection in the
closest table to the right, in the lower right portion of the picture.
I might be wrong, but I see a face in the red glow.
Remember,
this is no little place. It has been around for a long, long time.
You can "feel" the history of this building even before you open
the front door.
And there are many who can tell you, what you might "see" or feel
is one hundred percent real.
Now,
let's take a moment and review a previous story about our fabled restaurant.
Keep in mind, I love this restaurant and the people here. The food and
presentation is absolutely top notch ... the best there is. This story
is not about anything other than the Ghost, and his name is George.
And that was a long long time ago.
If you were ever to find
yourself within 100 miles of this establishment and not make the journey
to enjoy its atmosphere, its food and the people who would wait on you ...
you would truly be missing out. This is a not to be missed destination on
any journey to Southern California!
The
following part of our story was written 4 years ago by Kathleen Sollenberger
(Reprinted by permission from Big Bear Lake Magazine)
The
soft murmurs of an intimate conversation between a man and a woman drifted
down the stairwell and whispered on the edge of our hearing. It was a windy,
moonless Friday night at the CAPTAINS ANCHORAGE and we huddled next to the
fireplace, straining our ears, watching the tape recorder we’d secreted
on the stairs moments before. This was our third night staying after hours
looking for evidence of a ghost.
There were only
four of us in the building -- all female -- and we were all downstairs. Eventually
we noticed that when we relaxed our vigil and resumed talking, the conversation
upstairs would again become vaguely discernible; when we paid attention, there
would be only silence. Pouring ourselves some fresh-brewed coffee, we decided
to let the recorder do its work while we reviewed the events of our first
night in the restaurant two weeks earlier.
Lorren Repton and
I had spent the night with a few guests, assorted tape recorders, video and
still cameras loaded with 400 AS and infrared film. We weren’t entirely disappointed
in our efforts; a door was summarily slammed shut and a radio turned itself
off. The best thing, though, happened in the kitchen downstairs when only
three of us were left and we had relaxed our guard. It was close to dawn and
we went down to the waitress station to turn off the coffee machine. It was
very quiet. We flipped the switch and then froze; a god-awful racket erupted
from the kitchen, scratchy and full of static, echoing through the empty room.
Stunned, we clutched our equipment and crept into the kitchen, past the dumbwaiter
-- and the sound was suddenly gone.
Later, after a quick
nap, I reviewed the audiotape and then called the restaurant to ask if there
was a radio in the kitchen that could have produced the sound and had it been
on. There was, but the power switch on the radio was in the off position.
I was also told that a dark figure had been seen in the past, hovering exactly
where the three of us had been standing when the racket had started.
Stories of the ghost
seem to have their origin in events that may have occurred in the late 40’s
and early 50’s, when Big Bear Valley had an approximate population of 7,300.
A secluded sportsman’s paradise -- easily reached by air -- was a frequent
destination for film crews and movie stars. Two gentlemen from an aerospace
firm began constructing a two-story restaurant in Moonridge with all the amenities:
Two kitchens with a dumbwaiter to connect them, a bar, a dance floor with
piano, large stone fireplaces and cabins out back -- professional ladies included.
The finishing touch was a bank of slot machines on rails or wheels that could
conveniently vanish into an upstairs closet.
Apparently they
ran out of money and a very well liked, popular film star stepped in. The
establishment, THE SPORTSMAN’S TAVERN, was opened in 1947, approximately two
years after state laws prohibiting gambling were passed in California. Business
was brisk and the books complicated. A man named “George” was hired as an
accountant, and it’s probable that he had two separate books to balance --
one legal, and one for the extras.
Now the story gets
confused. In one version, George was caught embezzling funds, probably from
the extra books, and became so distraught that he hung himself in the upstairs
office. Another version includes the embezzlement and adds that George had
also discovered that his wife was having an affair with a local delivery man
The combination being too much, he either hung or shot himself, once again
in the upstairs office. The third version, and least explained, has it that
George was assisted into the otherworld. In every version, the story ends
with the same conclusion: George disappeared but never left the building.
Located
at 42148 Moonridge Way, Captain’s Anchorage a.k.a. the Sportsman’s Tavern
(approximately 1946-1952) was originally owned by the Sportsman’s Village,
Inc. Title was tentatively transferred to Actor Andy Devine in May of 1952
when a deed was prepared but left unrecorded until 1959. He held title until
August of 1966. It is theorized (there is no proof) that Devine may have been
a “silent partner” in the affairs of the tavern up to 1959. It has also been
suggested that he might have had a financial interest in it sooner (1947 forward).
Everyone interviewed is adamant that George’s story took place while Devine
was involved with the business (In fact, a descendent of the actor identified
George in a photograph kept at the bar, and verified his employment as well
-- although the date of the photo is unknown).
The most likely period
for George’s unfortunate end is between 1952-1959; 1959-1966 is unlikely as
by 1963 the Tavern was advertising as a family restaurant, and in the mid-sixties
stood vacant. Using 1952-1959 as a guideline, I called the local sheriff’s
office but there doesn't appear to be a police report. I was told that if
one had been filed, it was so long ago the document would be housed in the
San Bernardino County archives and virtually inaccessible. Considering circumstances,
there may never have been a public record at all -- no one even knows George’s
last name, making it virtually impossible to track him down.
The
Captain’s Anchorage, haunted with the echoes of an unsolved mystery, is one
place where the walls probably can talk if we could only figure out how to
listen. If you want to try your luck, here are a few patterns and preferences
we noticed in our visits there, and confirmed through the myriad amounts of
narratives locals were kind enough to share with us. George appears to prefer
females, and after hours, small groups between 3 and 6 people. Best time for
activity seems to be between 10:30pm and 2am, but he also seems to like it
when the house is really busy. Another thing to bear in mind is that George
may have buddies with him, possibly one female and one other male. Activities
don’t seem to be localized to one room at all, and the downstairs area proved
very busy for us. One last tip: as ridiculous as it sounds, try to relax.
Nothing happened for us until we did.
4 - 28 - 2002
Whew, did we get all that? I have been getting more pics ready,
here are two more:
Still on the second floor
(we've haven't wandered down to the first
floor yet, that's coming later), we're looking at the same fireplace
from the previous picture -- but we're seeing the far side of it too.
On this side, there is no glare or bright light (it was the side on the right
side of this pic that lit up).
Side Note: I've resisted
the urge to brighten or contrast pictures
that seem to have something in them (like "bubbles" or glare). For
my clients, I
always sharpen and make sure their images are nothing less
than perfect. So it is not an easy urge to dismiss.
I did however add contrast, light and sharpening to the pics that seem normal.
The pic above has been enhanced to show how nice this dining area is.
Now we're at the far end
of the second floor. The mini-bar is to our right
and the fireplace ... well, where do you suppose it is? If you guessed
on the left, you would be right ... as that is where the glare comes from!
Down the hall is another room with booths, one of the nicest rooms to
dine in -- and the room that used to be George's office half a century ago.
We'll go there soon.
Side Note: The picture
above has contrast added
so that it is easier to see down the hall.
The following was added 5 - 2 - 2002
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Well,
ok, take another look at the picture above, the one at the entrance
to the hallway. What we'll do is head down to the room that used to
be George's office, and then on the way back well visit the upstairs
kitchen, the area to the right of the sign that says, "Watch
Your Step" in the picture above, where we'll see the dumbwaiter.
(The first night I was with an all night group here, one of the "sensitive"
psychic types made an observation that some energy was coming from
the dumbwaiter -- and while unsubstantiated, suggested it could have
been used to spirit a body away, possibly in the middle of the night,
a long time ago. Unsubstantiated, but I guess you never can tell when
it comes to these old tales.)
For sure, when
we do make it to the last picture in this story, there will be a surprise
ending. But for now, let's go and see that old office turned dining
area -- then we'll turn back time and have a little fun.
In the picture
to the left, we're halfway down the hall. What makes this hall so
different, as you can see, is its shape. When you're standing in it,
it actually feels like you're leaning to one side, but you're not
-- and anyway that's just an observation (and it could just be my
own impression) and has absolutely nothing to do with the story --
but it is different. Also, when a lot of these pictures were taken,
there was no one upstairs but me. At least no one in "physical"
form.
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The following was added 5 - 5 - 2002
And
so this is George's old office, now an extra dining area.
The hallway in the picture is the one we were looking down in the last pictures.
There is more, but company has arrived ... so stay tuned.
Notice the "bubbles" in this pic? Do they mean anything?
It could just be the camera. I'm skeptical, but we'll see.
The
following was added 5 - 12 - 2002
Ah me, so much to tell,
so little time.
I am going to take us
back to the late 1940's and put a picture up.
In the picture is George.
Let's see how many of you can tell who George is.
Then, in a couple of weeks,
I will return and finish more of the story.
Here is the picture:
On the far right is Andy Devine.
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June
13, 2002:
I'm back, yes, I know finally. Well, now were we? As I was saying, we
know that Andy Devine is on the far right. And we know that it was during
the years that Andy held an interest in the establishment when George
worked there. And there is one other thing, the folks at the Captain's
Anchorage also believe that George has got to be one of the guys in
this old photo. (Now you notice that no one is saying for
sure. Again, a lot of old stories are conjecture, but let's say
for now, George is among 'em.
I've looked at this
picture a lot in the past 4 years, and here is my best guess at who
it has to be. Take a close look. If you were sitting at a table with
a movie star of your time, what would be the expression on your face?
Would you be pleased to be there? And to be In the picture? Of course
you would! So who isn't looking all that, shall we say, comfortable?
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The guys on the
right all seem pleased to be there. There's a guy by the window that
looks a little confused, but it's my bet that he plain doesn't see well,
either that or his drink is empty -- and have you ever been stuck on
the inside seat of a table with an empty glass? Shoot, you'd look that
way too. Besides, he has a leisure suit on, and since it is the 1950's,
he's just about ten years ahead of his time for knowing what to throw
together from his closet (sorry, I couldn't resist - oh, and doncha
love the other guys tie? I saw one like that once on Jack Benny).
Ok, ok, I think
we all see who looks totally out of place here. It's the man on the
far left. Take a closer look. He has that "just got invited to
be in the picture at the last minute look," like he was invited
to sit down just before the photo was taken. And what a Kodak moment!
That would explain why Mort and Jeff to the left of the window are sitting
so "arm-in-arm" (they had to scrunch over) and why our man's
drink on the table seems to be the only full one there. It would also
explain why he is the only one not really having the best of times.
It's my guess that since he works there, and was probably in the room,
they felt obligated to invite him. Besides, who knows, if he was having
affairs upstairs, and if he was skimming bucks off the top of the ledger,
maybe he had become not the most favorite guy in the house.
And if you see this
picture "in person" at the Anchorage, you'll also notice that
his eyes follow you as you walk through the room.
So,
as it was told to me, the man on the left is who everyone believes has
to be "George."
And since George,
as we are told, was given to chasin' the ladies and entertaining them
upstairs when the top floor was closed when he could have them, the
bar and his office all to himself ... and since most guys of his years,
especially accountants (sorry for the "grouping" please, all
accountants, pledge to forgive me now -- shoot I have relatives that
are accountants) were usually married, he seems to also
be hiding his ring finger in the picture. Interesting, huh?
Well, that's about
all that can be said about the picture on the wall at the Anchorage,
now let's wander back upstairs and see what the fuss was all about regarding
the "dumb waiter."
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Most
of the following was added 8 - 13 - 2002
Here is the next picture I'll talk
about. Remember when we were in George's old office area upstairs (if
not, go back and review for next time). On the way back down the hall,
just before you enter the upstairs dining room (where the upstairs bar
is), there is the upstairs kitchen. Now in this second story culinary
loft is a dumbwaiter, where it is said that those of the more "sensitive
persuasion" (psychics) sense it could have been used to transport
a body down to the main floor -- possibly one of those fun girls George
used to entertain. Or maybe even George himself? You decide. Take a
look and see if anything that "appeared" in it ... like the
"bubbles" that we saw in previous pics.
"
The Dumbwaiter "
Every
time I hear this word it makes me think of the jokes that always start with,
"A guy walks into a bar . . . "
Anyway,
let me see, how many times have I walked into the second floor kitchen and
looked down this chute? At least a dozen times now over the past several years.
Do I "feel" or imagine anything? Not really, but then again my role
is that of "reporter" -- or so I am told by the ones who are "sensitive."
That's why I write, why I can visit these places and not get totally spooked,
because I can remain neutral. Now, what could have happened in this room,
down this chute? It is anyone's best guess. Some think he might have over-entertained
a young lady of the street and used it to dispose of the body, but I think
that is far-fetched. What would make more sense is that it could have been
used to spirit some of the cash away when he was skimming from the accounts.
Or maybe, after he was murdered, maybe the killer used it to dispose of a
weapon? Who knows, but still, the dumbwaiter draws attention anytime a sensitive
person is near it, so I'm betting it still holds some secrets it's not telling.
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If
the pictures say anything, while there are no "orbs" in the
dumbwaiter photo, there is something a little weird in the corner above
the cart that holds the wine bottles. It looks like saran wrap (plastic
food wrap) hanging there, but there isn't any (I revisited a couple
of weeks ago and took another look -- all I found was an empty corner).
It looks like a cat-face with whiskers. Take a look at an enlargement
of that corner (shown at left). It looks like a head with whiskers,
and shoulders, doesn't it? What could that possible mean?
I
dunno, maybe I might not be "sensitive" but my imagination
must surely be intact.
Now
on to the rest of the story.
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One
of the most recent tidbits I've learned (and while this may be new news to
me, it doesn't mean it isn't old news) is that an expert in the area has said
that the man shown in the picture by the bar (of the men sitting at the table
shown earlier) is definitely George, the man in the front lower left (dark
sport coat, holding his ring finger). And, that most people believe that the
best version of what happened, even though there are no police records, is
that George died upstairs either by hanging himself in remorse for the deeds
he committed (which I'm not buying) or that someone's husband finished him
off after finding out that George was having an affair with his wife. Possibly
a delivery man who had access upstairs and good reasons to put a halt to George's
tomfoolery.
My
guess is that it could have gone like this: One afternoon George is entertaining
the wife of a delivery man. They are upstairs in George's office (down that
hallway from the second story dining room, just beyond the upper kitchen).
From outside a delivery truck pulls up and the delivery man uses the outside
rear stairs to make his entrance. As he ascends the staircase, he hears the
sounds of laughter coming from the second floor and immediately recognizes
his wife's voice and George's commingled in what is much more than a business
transaction (hence the reports of sounds coming from the second floor). He
opens the door near the freestanding fireplace (refer to the pictures shown
earlier of the fireplace and the white streak), puts down his packages and
stands silent for a moment, listening.
In
the next moment the wife excuses herself to the upper hallway rest room giving
George an opportunity to saunter down the slanted hallway (pic also shown
earlier) to grab a bottle and a couple of shot glasses from the upper mini-bar.
Hearing the sounds of footsteps, our delivery man takes his place behind the
freestanding fireplace, produces a gun he keeps in his money pouch, readies
his aim and as George emerges from the hallway, he fires.
Then
in a twinkling a ghost is born in a ball of fire between the upstairs bar
and the hallway corner (hence the bright light in this area and in the location
where the shot was fired). A ghost who is totally unaware his life has ended
abruptly, prematurely and in permanence. A philandering ghost that, to this
day, is still clinking bottles and palming shot glasses trying (searching)
to get back down the hall to his clandestine affair, to the place where he
left off.
What
a way to spend your eternity . . .
But
he'll never find her because he passed through,
but he hasn't passed on.
And
that's why the ghost prefers women. He is still seeking her, searching for
her laughter, her warmth, her touch, for eternity-- and when by chance he
encounters that thin membrane where the sensitive souls of the living draw
close to the seeking souls of the dead he will most likely be revealed to
the feminine gender. Is he scary? Will he be scary? Probably not, if he is
understood, because in all likelihood he doesn't even know he's dead.
What
happens to the delivery man and his wife in this fantasized version is hard
to say. Did he grab her and run off? Put George down the dumbwaiter? Or did
they all die that afternoon?
We'll
never know, but what we do know is that a guy named George, an accountant
seen sitting at a table in a rumpled coat, worked there, made mischief there,
and vanished there -- and voices can still be heard, if you listen very carefully,
from the upstairs dining hall to this day in the quieter hours of the night.
In
fact, one of the more recent stories is the one about the young man vacuuming
around the upstairs fireplace. Up until a few years ago there was a long mirror
upstairs that reflected a view of the fireplace and lit candles on the mantelpiece.
As the story goes, while he was busy cleaning up the carpet, he glanced up
into the mirror and noticed something move in front of one of the candles,
like a shadow, and it all but made the candle disappear. Standing stock still
in disbelief, the first candle reappeared just about the time the second candle
was blotted out by the movement of an invisible "shadow."
Needless
to say our clean up man left the vacuum were it was standing and bolted downstairs.
His request to the management was a simple one, and easily understood given
his situation. He asked for any job they had, but not the one of vacuuming
upstairs after the dinner crowd left, and certainly not to have to do such
a task alone.
The
next story happened to my friend Lorraine not all that
long ago. It was getting near the very end of the night and she was running
a tab for the last table in the house. On her way from the dining room table,
into the next room where the card machine and register were, she noticed a
tablet of some sort laying on the floor. Thinking to herself it needed to
be picked up, she thought she would get it on her way back. After she processed
the credit card, she proceeded back through the empty room to the dinner table,
but on her way back the tablet was no longer on the floor -- it had been picked
up and was laying on a counter! As she describes it, there was no one in the
room that could have done this and she wasn't gone long enough for anyone
to have entered the room. So how did it happen? Just another one of the pranks
that George likes to play.
There
are more, like the one about the lady who got locked in the rest room and
they ended up having to remove the handles so she could get out. And there
were no locking mechanisms to begin with on the door because of a similar
incident that happened earlier. So here we have a door that locks by itself,
even with the lock removed.
Ah
me, I bet Andy Devine would get a kick out of all of this!
Well,
it's time to close off the tale. What I would like to do is leave you with
this tidbit: Remember the orbs we saw in the pictures? Remember the walls
with the glare? And the version of the delivery man going up the outside stairs
and, once inside, taking aim at George? We have inside glares positioned at
places he would have been, and where George would or could have been, but
what about outside?
As
it happens I stopped to take a final picture one night of the back of the
building. Why? I do not know, but I did. This picture (shown below) shows
orbs all the way up the stairs, and the largest orb of all, the granddaddy
of them all, is right in the outside corner of the building -- right on the
outside of the wall where George might have expired. Take a look and see what
you think. Meanwhile, I think I'll go off to bed. Hopefully, I won't close
my eyes and see him looking over his shoulder at me. That's happened a lot
lately, and I hope it will happen less and less as time goes on. After all,
since he was an accountant, I don't suspect he has much of a sense of humor
about all of this (again, my apologies in advance to the accountants of the
planet).
I just bet he wouldn't find any of this amusing at all.
The
Back Stairway
Who
knows what the orbs really mean? Probably just
some reflection and deflection of the light. Pure happenstance. Or could
it be more? Could it be ghosts manipulating the reality of what the camera
attempts to capture? I'm not sure, but it certainly makes an interesting
way to present a pictorial of the place where the legend continues. And
when you see that last big orb, you have to wonder, because it is located
at the exact point, on the outside wall, where inside George could have
met his maker.
So,
for now, when you get a chance, come and see for yourself, and be
sure to order the Surf and Turf, the best steak and lobster this side
of the Rio Grande! Maybe when you're sipping your coffee, long after
the dinner plates have been taken from your table, you'll hear George
and the others upstairs.
My Sincere
Gratitude and Thanks
to the following people who
offered an extra generous helping of hospitality,
encouragement to assemble and place this online on Ghostories,
and who remain my friends in this mountain paradise:
Lorraine
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Brock
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Andy
Devine
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And
who can ever forget
George
Please
enjoy this article and let others know that the best restaurant in
Big Bear Lake, California is located
in the Moonridge area and is known as
The
Captain's Anchorage
Also see the Captain's Anchorage "George"
story at:
ghostsofbigbear.com!
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