Sunday, August 27,1769
To Jalama Beach County Park.

Gaspar de Portolá
The 27th, we proceeded for three hours; a fairly good road, with the exception of several gorges which had to be crossed. We halted in a town of thirty houses inhabited by two hundred natives. The place had a very large gully with much pasture and water. It was here that we found the Punta de la Concepcion according to the indications given by Cabrera Bueno, in 35° 30' north latitude.

Miguel Costansó
We followed the road in sight of the sea, and over level country, towards the west, as far as the Punta de la Concepción; and from this point, which is a little more than a mile from the Pueblo del Cojo, we turned towards the north-west as the coast trends. We traveled for two leagues and a half, and halted on the northwestern side of a canyon, in which there is an Indian village of twenty hearths, and two hundred and fifty souls, more or less. An estuary enters this canyon and receives the water of a stream, preventing it from reaching the sea, although the stream emerges from the range with a large flow of water. The natives of the village are very poor; they have no canoes, and live in a half-starved condition. Little can be said in favor of the land they inhabit, it is rugged, desolate, and is lacking in fire-wood. At this place a soldier lost his sword; he allowed it to be stolen from his belt, but he afterwards recovered it as the Indians who had seen the act ran after the thief who had committed the robbery. For this reason the name of Rancheria de la Espada stuck to the village.

Fray Juan Crespi
We started at a quarter past two in the afternoon, after we two priests had celebrated Mass in the morning with everybody present. We took the road to the west, going by the seashore, as it was level ground and well covered with good grass. After one league's travel we came to the low, bare point of land which it is conjectured is Point Concepcion. There is not a single village on it, although it has an extensive plain with a great deal of grass. From here the beach runs to the northwest. We went on our way over long hills, and after traveling a league and a half, the point passed, we came to the watering place on the beach itself, which is an arroyo of running water that looks like an estuary. Near it there is a village of twenty houses, with more than two hundred and fifty souls; the people are very poor, they have no canoes for fishing, and the land is poor and short of firewood. One of the heathen, taking advantage of the carelessness of a soldier, took his sword from the scabbard so cleverly that the soldier did not notice it, and marched off with it. Other heathen, who saw it, ran after the thief, and, although he had sought the safety of the sea, it did not avail him, for the others caught him, took it from him, and returned it to its owner, who rewarded them with some beads. For this reason they called it Eancheria de la Espada, so that, with this reminder the soldier would be more careful. I gave it the sweet name of Concepcion de Maria Santisma, in view of the neighborhood of the Point which has had this name for so many years. I took the latitude and it was thirty-four degrees, fifty-one and a half minutes.

August 26 To East of Canada del Cojo.
August 28 To Oil Well Canyon.