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So Cal Roadside Art | The Lonely Bones | So CA Roadside Main The article posted below is written by Roadside Peek contributor Justin Parpan on the mystery of the "The Lonely Bones" found in the mountains of San Jacinto. Many thanks to Justin for both article and photos. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Lonely Bones Grandparents have this incredible knack for spinning humdinger tales. My Nana and Pop were no different. In the summers of my youth we used to San Jacinto, CA My Grandfather in particular was the king Tasty Freeze
Soboba In the 1920’s, the region was a tourist destination, famed for its mineral hot springs. A few deserted motels and a jungle of palm trees were all that remained of this bygone era, and the area was a rather sad and haunted place. It was there where I found the Lonely Bones. Raptor Located In Tall Weeds Closest to the highway, in a mess of tall weeds, a raptor stood ready for battle. Nearly the size of
Raptor Close-up On an adjacent hillside, the skull of a Tyrannosaurus slept in a bed of Texas sage. Its wooden frame had been covered with a mud painted plaster, which through time, had been slowly roasted and eaten away by the California sun. I had to hike deep into the foothills to reach the finale skeleton, but it was well worth it. An Pterosaur Deep In The Foothills Like all the rest, the creature seemed to be watching the comings and goings of a community completely ignorant to its existence. It was an uncanny sight to behold, and I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.
Leaving the site I was struck with a tremendous sense of sadness. These creatures were relics of a bygone era, and they appeared to be pleading for some recognition before the sands of time whisked them into oblivion. In the days that followed, I attempted to seek out the sculptor, but with little avail. No one seemed to know or care, and to this very day the Lonely Bones remain a mystery.
--- Justin Parpan, 2006
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visit them. They lived in a lonely trailer park on the fringes of the antique cow town of San Jacinto, California, and there they would entertain me and my brothers with tales of the bizarre.
of these yarns. He loved to tell stories about everything, from the time he met the Lone Ranger, to his adventures working in a candy factory in New England. The greatest story he ever spun was one about the legendary Lonely Bones--a mysterious collection of sculpted prehistoric skeletons in the hills surrounding the trailer park.
The town came to an end, and barren fields and foul smelling ranch lands took over. At the foothills of the eerily named Mountain of God, I came to a centuries old street sign which pointed me to my final 
destination -- the Soboba Indian Reservation.
They stood solemnly near the side of the crumbling highway, a gathering of prehistoric skeletons sculpted from a mixture of primitive materials.
a man, it was constructed from intricately fit together pieces of particleboard, and held in place by a crude wooden stake. A rattlesnake had built a den in the nearby rocks, and quite appropriately, the sounds of the serpent’s angry rattling played in the hills like primal music.
enormous Pterosaur, roughly the size of a car had been erected high above the dead summer grass. Sculpted in frozen flight, it gazed out upon the town of San Jacinto nestled in the valley below.
