Before Now – The Gjoa, through the Northwest Passage to Golden Gate Park

Gjoa being hauled up Ocean Beach

Photo: Fernando Cortez Ruggles

In the early 1970s, Dagfinn Kvale, who was the pastor of San Francisco’s Norwegian Seaman’s Church, took a few visiting sailors to the outer edge of Golden Gate Park to view a piece of history connected to a Norwegian national hero.

Just north of the closed Beach Chalet and in the shadow of the decaying, spar-less Dutch windmill, an old sloop, the Gjøa, sat with its prow pointed west at the waves of Ocean Beach. This craft was the first to navigate the Northwest Passage, traveling from the Atlantic to the Pacific through the Arctic ice.

A rusting metal fence surrounded it, but there were large holes one could step through, and more disconcerting was another hole in the hull of the ship. Inside, the group of visitors found evidence of campfires.

The hippies had a special sense of appreciation for Gjøa,” Kvale recalled later.

“They liked to climb the rig and found out that the vessel was an ideal place for overnighting. … One hippie told us what a great pleasure it was to touch the ship’s frames, experiencing the voyage through the Northwest Passage on a LSD trip.

The Gjøa (the pronunciation of which the San Francisco Call newspaper often insisted could only be obtained by hearing a Scandinavian say it) started life a simple seal- and walrus-hunting vessel and was named after the wife of the builder. In 1903, Roald Amundsen bought the boat and equipped it with a gasoline engine in preparation for traversing the top of the globe from Greenland to the Bering Strait, with hopes of tracking any shift of the magnetic north pole along the way.

This was the era of heroic exploration: perilous voyages undertaken to be the first to visit poles, cross mountain ranges or see the source of mighty rivers. Motivations included scientific research, personal fame (plus riches to be gained from writing books after the feat), and nationalistic bragging rights. Amundsen would prove to be the most successful of Arctic explorers, and his voyage with the Gjøa launched his worldwide fame.

Roald Amundsen at the Gjoa

Roald Amundsen admires his ship, the Gjoa, in Golden Gate Park. Photo: San Francisco History Center, San Francisco Public Library

 

In December of 1905, telegraphs received by the Norwegian consul in San Francisco confirmed that Amundsen and his crew had successfully arrived in Alaska.

The hunt for a Northwest Passage had begun with European explorers in the 16th century. Sebastian Cabot, Henry Hudson and James Cook all tried to discover a quick sea passage between Atlantic and Pacific.

By the time Amundsen and his crew set off with the Gjøa, the world was resigned to accept that heavy ice made a commercial route impossible, but the unmet challenge of discovering a way across the top of the continent gnawed at the pride of adventuring seamen. So Amundsen’s triumph was emblazoned on the pages of the world’s newspapers, and was especially celebrated in Norway. The country had just won official independence from Sweden, and now had a bone fide national hero to fete.

Rather than sail the small and slow Gjøa back around the continent to return home, Amundsen planned from the beginning to end his journey in San Francisco, leaving the tiny craft behind to grab a train east. After recuperating most of the year in Alaska and Seattle, the Gjøa was scheduled to arrive in San Francisco in October 1906. The face of the great city of the west had changed markedly in the form of a devastating earthquake and fire in April, and while still in the very early stages of rebuilding, San Francisco was proud and excited to celebrate the great Amundsen.

To the chagrin of the region’s Norwegian community, which had been planning a lavish maritime welcome for the Gjøa as it entered the Golden Gate, Amundsen sneaked into the Bay Area by train ahead of his boat and tried to keep a low profile in Oakland. Found out, he gamely played along with the celebrations, meeting his crew and reboarding his boat just outside the harbor line, accompanied by dignitaries, consuls and representatives from the Norwegian and United States governments. Receptions and dinners followed over the next week before Amundsen boarded his train for the East Coast.

Gjoa and Murphy Windmill in Golden Gate Park

The Gjoa on display in Golden Gate Park. Photo: San Francisco History Center, San Francisco Public Library

Despite rumors that a Seattle syndicate had bought the Gjøa for $20,000 to display at the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition of 1909, the humble boat was taken to Mare Island where the Navy posted guards against anyone inclined to strip a relic from the craft. The Chronicle noted that the Gjøa would need major repairs to be seaworthy again, and considered it likely “she will be disposed of in this port.”

While Amundsen went on to more celebrated achievements, leading the first expedition to make it to the South Pole in 1910, and the first blimp flight over the North Pole in 1925, the Gjøa was saved from its muddy moorage near Vallejo to become a monument in Golden Gate Park.

The Norwegian consul asked the Park Commission to take possession of the ship, and the commissioners agreed. On July 6, 1909, 5,000 spectators crowded Ocean Beach to watch the Gjøa being towed onto the sand and eventually a ramp by cables (some jokingly hung their wet stockings on the cables as the work proceeded). She was situated just near the Life Saving Station where the Call predicted she would stand “until her mighty timbers rot. That will be 200 years or more.”

The number of people in the teeming crowd who carved their initials into the vessel’s side implied a less-optimistic prognostication for the Gjøa’s longevity. Souvenir hunters and vandals necessitated a fence be erected and a caretaker hired the gentleman lived in the ship and was enumerated there during the 1910 U.S. Census.

The city installed a seal tank at the stern of the ship and, according to the Call, the Alaskan fur seal that occupied it acted as an additional nighttime guardian of the boat: “A seal can bark about as well as a dog, and when the pirates may attack … the faithful seal will bark its bullet shaped head off in warning.”

After a few years, some believed the meaning and significance of the ungainly ship had become lost to the public who passed it. To address this concern, a stone monument commemorating Amundsen was erected beside the ship in 1930. It still stands today on the north side of the Beach Chalet.

The Gjøa survived the explorer who brought it fame — Amundsen disappeared during an Arctic rescue mission in 1928 — but it deteriorated over decades of sitting in the open air at Ocean Beach. Occasionally the city would be spurred to make repairs and give the Gjøa a paint job (a 1968 visit to the city by Norway’s King Olav provided motivation for one such spruce-up), but generally the vessel that survived the crushing ice of the Arctic seas was a helpless victim to neglect and vandalism.

After an outcry in Norway over the ship’s derelict and declining condition, a Norwegian foundation made a deal with the city in 1972 to move the Gjøa to a museum in Oslo. There it was “restored” to the extent that only the keel and ship’s bottom are original, but it looks impressive on display again, even without attendant LSD-dropping hippies.

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Woody LaBounty is the founder of the Western Neighborhoods Project, a nonprofit organization dedicated to the history of western San Francisco, and the author of “Carville-by-the-Sea: San Francisco’s Streetcar Suburb.”

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9 Comments

  1. I am on my way to oslo tonight, and intend to see the ship this trip or sometime soon…not yet knowing if the ‘Fram Museum’ has taken the Gjøa into its new building.

  2. I too grew up in San Francisco. Born in 1952 at St. Mary’s Hospital. As a boy growing up in Hunter’s Point and/or Sunnydale Housing in Visitation Valley, my friends and I would sometimes walk clear across the City to visit Golden Gate Park and the Beach at Playland. Several times I touched those old timbers and saw the scorch marks from small fires. Don’t recall a barking seal but do remember the iron fence surrounding the old ship. My imagination would take me to sea also but without the LSD. Later, I have become a mariner myself and have owned a handful of mid-size sailing vessels over the years. I truly love sailing SF bay on any occasion to this day. Perhaps my love of the sea was spawned thru the spirits in the timbers of the old lady near the beach. I was happy when I learned that she had been rescued from her dismal treatment by my hometown and sent back. May she rest in glorious peace.

  3. So just how is “Gjøa” pronounced?

  4. I used to love that old ship and the romance that went with it. The day that, I think Sheedy Drayage removed it I took my two young sons to watch the operation. I have old photos somewhere of this day. It was a rather sad day for me but definitely for the best. It was just sitting there rotting away. I was always concerned someone would torch this historic vessel. Patrick F.

    • Patrick, if you happen to dig up those photos, please let us know! That sounds like the kind of day that would make quite an impression on your boys.

      • I too am searching for any photos relating to the little ship, only in my case, to learn if anyone has copies of the day that Amundsen landed. My husband was told that his grandfather, Anfin Anfinson, was a friend of the explorer and on the day of arrival went down to the ship taking his six year old son. Upon seeing Anfin and son Edwin, Roald reached up and took the boy onboard to the delight of everyone. The family has been searching for years since to see if any photos may exist.
        We took our three children to see the ship when they were young and visiting family in San Francisco, and years later husband Tom and I visited the ship in Oslo.
        Best Regards,
        Lawrene Nixon Anfinson

  5. From the back of my house in the 1950s and ’60s I could see the crows nest and mast of the Gjoa which mesmerized me and fed my imagination of it and its crew’s adventure over the top of the world. I was curious and thought it special that the vessel was ‘put on the hard’ at the foot of Golden Gate Park. Though I felt a loss when it was repatriated to its homeland it also made sense that it return to the nation of its heroic crew and captain. Farewell good ship in the hands of your curators and feed the imagination of kids yet to know of you.

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