The History of Whiskey Hill
In the late 1800s, getting to the “Wickedest Town in the West” was a full day’s dusty ride from Santa Cruz, California. The coastal town of Whiskey Hill was home to bars, brothels, fistfights, gunfights, and bull-versus-bear fights — until they ran out of bears and started havin’ plain old bullfights.
Drunken would-be matadors often lost their battles with the wily bulls, pleasin’ the spectatin’ Indians, barflies, floozies, card sharps, prettyboys, painted gals with guns in their garters, and towerin’ redwood loggers.
Respectable Santa Cruzans would arrive by buggy for a taste of outlaw nights.
Meanwhile, dodgin’ the sheriff and revenuers, brave scofflaw distillers labored in the majestic redwood forests above Whiskey Hill to produce their magical libation. They worked in secret, by the light of the moon, proudly earnin’ the revered title of “Moonshiner.”
Some say that the spirits of Whiskey Hill Farms, when invoked on foggy, drippy, full-moon nights, glow in the haze like a distillery firebox making secret magic on Whiskey Hill.