The area has been famous for as long as man has roamed the American continent. No one is sure what the Ohlone Native Americans called what is now Pebble Beach, Carmel, Monterey and the other cliffside enclaves around one of the most spectacular stretches of coastline in the world – if they called it anything at all – but in 1542, Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo, who “discovered” the region for Spain, named it La Bahina de los Pinos, the Bay of the Pines.
Four centuries later, the nearby town of Monterey, about 10 minutes by car with no traffic from the Inn at Pebble Beach, was described by native son John Steinbeck in his novel “Cannery Row” as “a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.”
But travel round the bend, by car or on foot, due south past Jack’s Peak and Carmel-by-the-Sea, or the more scenic route through Spanish Bay and the Del Monte Forest and you will find Pebble Beach, a place that same man would have described as a painting, a whisper, an awakening, a fear; stone cliffs sculpted by the timeless sea with gnarled cypress tapped down by the ceaseless whispers of an Almighty God.
It seems amazing that in 1916 Samuel Finley Brown Morse – a Yale All-American football star as well as cousin and namesake of the man who invented the telegraph and Morse Code – found it challenging to make the area an attractive real-estate investment. Morse, who managed the assets of several railroad tycoons, formed Del Monte Properties. Despite a deep depression gripping the country, he found a financial backer, and bought 7,000 acres for $1.3 million on and around what is now known as the Monterey Peninsula.