BACK to Agave Home Page

John L. Hinkle

Bakersfield, CA, November 3, 1948 - Klamath River, CA, December 2, 2014

John, known to many as Hinky, grew up in Bakersfield. He had a loving family and many friends. He excelled at sports, scholastics and fun. He attended Foothill High School, graduated in 1966, and joined the Marine Reserves. He moved to the bay area and worked for BART.

In 1977 he bought the Eagle’s Nest Golf Course and Restaurant and the Oaks Trailer Park and moved with his wife and son Chip to Klamath River, CA. Over the years he worked for the Forest Service as a fire fighter, worked as a logger, owned the Oaks Restaurant, the Sportsman Restaurant. He graduated from Western Culinary in Portland, was chef at the Black Sheep in Ashland, and was Southern Oregon chef of the year. He managed the Eagles Nest GC and the Golf Club for years, owned Argyle Grill in Bandon, OR and lastly owned Agave restaurant in Ashland for the past ten years.

John is best described by the people who knew him:

“John brought people together; made everyone comfortable; one of a kind; honest; warm; fair; always made me laugh; a true wit; an infectious smile; nonjudgmental; loved him like a brother; meet him once, a friend forever; decades of good food and good times; the best prime rib ever; the best eggs benedict; a dream boss; Padrecito; spontaneous; a good golfer who loved to use his niblick; musician and Klamtone- ‘Mammas Don’t let your Sons Grow up to be Piss Firs’; unforgettable parties; Cinco de Mayo; a wonderful man; a force of nature who lived life to the fullest; master of the work ethic, King of Fun; master of ceremonies; the greatest host; his loss is like going out at night and finding Orion missing from the sky.”

John is survived by his mother Peggy “Cap” Hinkle of Roseburg, OR, his son Chip Hinkle, his grandson Joseph Hinkle and brother Robert Hinkle, all of San Luis Obispo, CA, and his partner Kathryn Golden of Klamath River, CA.( kathrynisgolden @gmail.com)

The memory of John is as indelible as a comet on the darkest night and as joyous as the music of a favorite song.