Santa Ramona History
The year was 1845 when a Spanish missionary by the name of Ramona Aquino found an untouched civilization in what is known today as Santa Ramona Valley. Ramona Aquino was on a spiritual mission to spread knowledge, medicine, religion, and protection to native peoples against the threat of brutal methods of colonization. The missionary had seen that such communities were taken advantage of, outright killed, or were struck with diseases that spread like a wildfire without prejudice by territory seeking militiamen and vigilantes. Such colonization a sad truth that Ramona had seen first hand and had fiercely vowed to never allow to happen under her watch again. Time passed and Ramona felt the sacred presence of the land and the warmth of its people as they took her in as if she were family. Religion, though imbued in her teachings, was often on the back burner while she prepared the native people for what was sure to come. Ramona taught the people the use of gunpowder and through many trades stockpiled a sizable armory in the event that they were overtaken. She told the people of a great genocide happening to indigenous people and that due to their waterways sparkling with gold and minerals, surely the confrontation would be imminent.
It was in June of 1850 when the sound of thunder came from just outside of the valley approaching quickly and growing louder as it drew closer, only this was no thunder. Over the crest of the valley formed a long, snaking shadow, writhing lines making up hundreds of men on horses steadied and looked over the valley from atop her ample hills to see her shining, golden waterways. They had found veins of gold on the way, as if left as a trail of breadcrumbs to the settlement. They knew now this would be a coveted acreage and carry an inestimable value for the country. The settlement was quiet as they looked out upon , no life in sight in the hot, mid afternoon sun. Only one figure stood in the center of town, a striking visage of a woman, her face streaked with painted white battle lines, with flowing dark wavy hair, brilliant amber eyes, and skin like shining bronze. She stood rooted in the center of the settlement atop a white horse, its flowing platinum mane whipping in the dry wind and the sigil of her mission shining in gold on her chest which heaved with untamable anger. She knew they had come to pillage, rape, kill and take, to turn this into another gold miners town ultimately and she would not allow it to be an easy conquering for them. The silent standoff between Ramona atop that white stallion and the militiamen didn’t last long as Ramona was confronted by the head officer of the troupe, the man attempting to take Ramona from her rooted stance as he threatened her with the the muzzle of a gun pointed directly at her. Suddenly a battle call, the rising tones from hundreds of voices as the people streamed from nearby caves and attacked the militiamen. A vicious battle ensued and as hours passed the ground became stained with the mutual blood of both sides. Eventually, though the battle was hard fought, the militia men far outnumbered Ramona’s side. Ramona cursed those who had stolen the land and lives as she died in the blaze of battle, promising that the land would not forget the ills done unto its people and vengeance would be had.
Word spread quickly of the land’s gold bespeckled reputation and soon it’s population boomed with people coming from all over the country and indeed all over the world to her valleyed shores. Known at that time as Cliff’s Pass, the valley’s population flourished and soon the land was transformed into a gold rush town. Migrant workers from China came to the town, paid to help build the infrastructure and constructed sturdy stone buildings, roads and sidewalks which today still stand the test of time. All the materials to build the booming city coming from the very land itself. While the city was being built it continued to flourish with people coming from all over the world to look for gold and hope to secure their peace of prosperity for generations to come. Many years passed, deep tunnels soon wound their way around the valley as it was pillaged for all its minerals. Overzealous miners one day went too far as they attempted to bore deeper than ever and hit a spring. The spring quickly became a torrent and flooded the tunnels, every mine entrance suddenly belching black waters and before people had time to prepare the valley filled to the brim with a dark stew of destruction. People watched from boats helplessly as their homes were lost, their fortunes consigned to what they could only carry and the sturdy stone buildings peaked from the swirling waters like tombstones. The valley was drowned, an American Atlantis.
The year was 1970, discovery of the valley had happened years prior and the waters challenges seemed impenetrable until now and had just been resigned as a lake. A young entrepreneur and recently graduated ecologist, Barry John, hatched a plan to create a dam and introduce dunes and a man made beach for outflow along the sides of the valley, hence allowing the waters to go to the ocean. The plan worked and the valley was quickly drained. Restoration efforts proceeded and the town was deemed a historical landmark when artifacts were found. The young ecologist welcomed historians to piece together the true past of the land as he had found transcriptions scrawled deeply into the walls of a particularly interesting cave. It was in those caves that in the walls the historians found a remarkably preserved and fascinating gold capsule which contained the history of the people of the land. The young ecologist sent this information to the Vatican of this young, stubborn missionary who fought for, sacrificed, and died for those she missioned for. Ramona was canonized into Saint Ramona. The town was rechristened Santa Ramona Valley. The Valley once again began to take on a life of it’s own and grew by leaps and bounds. Sparkling shores and the low cost of living drew and still draws people to the Valley in droves, the housing and tourism market soared. Not everything appeared as grand as one might believe though. Crime started to become a real problem and erratic, violent behavior of some of those who lived in the south end of the valley as if struck by a disease of rage satisfied by only the stain of blood on their fists and blood on the tongue. On top of the ramping crime, citizens started reporting mysterious break ins where nothing was taken but all the windows smashed and all the doors opened on entire blocks swinging in the wind. Strange sightings of shadow figures, objects moving on their own, apparitions, reports of sleep paralysis and figures standing at the foot of people's beds seemed to only intrigue the tourist industry, the Valley purported as a modern day, living ghost town. Today it’s just all an urban legend as the activity seemed to slow once a church was erected in the town and blessed as the Santa Ramona Church though reports still trickle in. Will you come to Santa Ramona Valley to start a new life? Or will you be haunted by the ghosts of your past? The choice will always be yours. Welcome to Santa Ramona Valley.