The Valencia Shipwreck on the West Coast TrailFrank Bunker Valencia Survivor

The Valencia Disaster

 Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail1. The Valencia Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail2. The Voyage Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail3. The Boats Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail4. The McCarthy Boat Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail5. The Bunker Party Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail6. On the Valencia Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail7. The Rafts Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail8. The Turret Raft Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail9. The Rescue Ships Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail10. The Aftermath Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail11. The Survivors Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail12. The Lost 

The West Coast Trail

Shipwreck on the West Coast TrailPrologue Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail1: The West Coast Trail Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail2: When to Hike & Fees Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail3: Trailheads Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail4: Getting There Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail5: Considerations Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail6: Campsites Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail7: Shipwrecks Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail8: Routes Shipwreck on the West Coast Trail9: Sights & Highlights

Frank Bunker Valencia Survivor

Frank Bunker was a first class passenger on the Valencia who survived in the shore party that he led and became known as the Bunker Party.  During the horrific first hour of the Valencia shipwreck six of the seven lifeboats were haphazardly launched.  The first three, No.1, No.4 and the working boat No.7 were smashed against the side of the Valencia or dropped by one end.  Mostly occupied by woman and children, nearly all drowned.  The next three boats were considerably more successful, at least they made it away from the ship.  One disappeared into the darkness and was thought to have gotten away safely.  The lifeboat or its passengers were never seen again.

The other two boats made it a couple hundred metres from the ship before getting caught in the surf and flipped.  Frank Bunker was on one of these, boat No.6 with nine people on board.  Frank Bunker, his wife, 4 year old daughter Dorothy, 2 year old son Frank, fireman Frank Richley and four others.  He recalled after the boat he was in was launched and they got away from the side of the steamer they had no difficulty in navigating into the open sea despite the cold, dark and stormy weather.  They managed to get a couple hundred yards from the Valencia before being caught by a breaker and casting most on board into the freezing ocean. Frank Bunker, his wife and son managed to survive, though Dorothy was never seen again.  Moments later the boat, caught in another breaker was thrown again.  This time the boat smashed into the reef.  Frank Bunker managed to survive by crawling out of the surf and clinging to the base of a cliff.  The rest of his family were never found.  

“When I reached shore after being thrown from the boat and losing my wife and children I was dimly conscious, almost unconscious in fact. I dimly remember being sucked out by the undertow, and finally got strength enough to grasp a rock and then I crawled along at the edge of the water looking for my wife and children. I then crawled up and tried to get above the high water mark. I heard a shout and knew that someone else had escaped. It was Richley, the fireman. I crawled toward him in the darkness, and soon we heard halloos and knew that others were on shore. Soon nine of us got together and lay on the rocks. I guess it was about 1 o’clock in the morning, and pitch dark, with rain and sleet falling fast. We huddled up one against the other on the rocks in the bitter cold to keep ourselves warm, and shivered until daylight.”

Frank Bunker would later recall that they, “landed from a quarter to a half mile from the wreck.  The coastline was exceedingly steep.”  The Call newspaper on 31 January, 1906 would quote Bunker describing what the nine survivors from the wrecked boats did next, “My party climbed the bluff at a considerable distance from the wreck.  We thought to get into the interior and arouse the inhabitants and then get back to the bluff, be we found no inhabitants.  We found a rude trail along the telegraph line.  We were in doubt as to whether the Valencia had any means of shooting a line and whether she was near enough to reach the bluff.  Our judgement said to follow the telegraph line to the first station and get help by land and sea and to then return over the trail to the bluff, but when we found the station and telephoned, my party was brave, but completely exhausted.  It was a physical impossibility for any of us to get back over the trail that night.”

According to his recollection it was somewhere around 1pm Tuesday, January 23rd when he spoke to Mrs. Paterson of the Cape Beale Lighthouse on the telephone.  This was thirteen hours after the Valencia wrecked and the first the world would learn of the disaster.  He tried to make her understand that there had been a wreck that a steamer had gone on the rocks.  She called her husband, who said he knew where he was.  He told him there were nine in his party and that there were 100 people on board the wreck.  This is when the Bunker Party first learned they were on Vancouver Island and not along the coast south of Cape Flattery in the US.  

The 24th of January edition of The San Francisco Call newspaper wrote: “The Bunker family were moving from Berkeley California to Seattle, where Frank Bunker was to soon begin working as Assistant Superintendent of Schools.  Mrs. Bunker was formerly a Miss Bull of Tulare, and the two were married six years ago.  Two children were born to the couple – Dorothy, a pretty girl of 4, and Frank, aged 2.  The Bunker family had planned to make their home in the north, his position with the school department of Washington being a lucrative one; but the sea disaster put an end to a happy outlook.  Bunker was formerly vice principal of the San Francisco Normal School and is very well known in this city.  The family lived for some time on Baker Street, opposite the park panhandle.  Later he took up his residence in Berkeley.  Mrs. Bunker was a young woman and was very well known to the residents of Tulare, where she was born.  Bunker is a native of Los Angeles, having received his early education there.  He advanced rapidly in educational work.”