Hi,

My name is Bill Endert. I found Endert's beach on the web and wonder if somehow our last names have something in common. There are a few Endert's In the Netherlands, one used to be in Indonesia, some in the U.S.A. and a few including myself and son in Canada on the West Coast.

Just wondering.

Great pictures.

LOVED THE PICS!!!!!!!!! NOW WANT TO VISIT, HOW FAR ARE YOU FROM SACRAMENTO? AND I REALLY WANT TO TAKE MY GRANDAUGHTERS TIDE POOLING. IS THIS NEAR CAMPGROUNDS OR DO YOU KNOW OF VACATION HOMES TO RENT? WE HAVE TRAILER FOR VACATIONING ARE YOU FAR FROM FORT BRAGG? 

Nice pics Fran!  Thanks for your kind words. Glad I found your blog.

Here's a brief history of Northern California Enderts and Endert's Beach.  The Enderts arrived to Crescent City back in 1871.  Endert's Beach, purchased by the State of California I believe in the 1950s, is named after Frederick W. Endert (b.1880) of Crescent City who was the druggist/pharmacist (after 1903) in town and son of Joseph B. Endert, who, over time, had been sherrif (1890s), bank owner (1900), saloon owner and more.  This was a time when many livelihoods were directly connected with the city's development.  JB also built and operated the Endert Opera House, Bottling Works, and then, the Endert Theatre in Crescent City where the first "talkies" were heard.  Later the theatre tried adding a roller skating rink which was a great success...lots of entertainment in the 1890s-1960s.

Endert's Beach in the 1930s to the late 1940s was the scene along the upper area on Highway 101 for its Auto Camp/Motor Lodge with several little cabins providing small comforts to northbound visitors.  The entry sign above the gateway read: "For the Rest of Your Life, Endert's Beach."  In the cove inset far below with the Nickel Creek running alongside, the view west opened wide to reveal the ocean. Here, a family homestead was built just for those years as a "home away from home" in the city and raised there for a time were Fred and wife Annette's 6 children and later 3 grandchildren, one of them, my Dad.  There was a house and small farm complete with the animals and early morning chores before school.  The inset trail just past the parking lot leading around the giant hillside and down to the cove was the old stagecoach road.  My dad and uncles could hear the loud clammering of grandpa's old truck chugging down the old stagecoach road providing just enough time to clean up any major messes they had created while he was away.  Many great childhood memories shared by my dad and uncles from Endert's Beach have enriched our lives over the decades. 

Glad to know folks continue to find special times there in all of its glorious seclusion.

Thanks again for all of the kind comments regarding Endert's Beach.