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Breakdown stories

Paco Facullo - 8-13-2019 at 09:15 AM

So I was a wondering the what if's of a major breakdown while in Baja. Like a transmission going out.

How did you get towed ? (and cost)
How long and how did you get repair parts ?

Any stories ? Tips ?

SFandH - 8-13-2019 at 10:04 AM

I've had a transmission break and an engine fire. One a Chevy 1/2 ton between San Felipe and Mexicali, the other a Ford 1/2 ton between Viscaino and Guerrero Negro. Tow trucks, hotels, giant hassles. We spent almost a week in G. Neg. The mechanic took the transmission apart and put it back together 3 times before he got it right. Had to get a torque converter delivered by bus from Ensenada.

The engine fire (overheated transmission, fluid bubbled up dipstick onto the exhaust manifold and caught fire) ended with the truck being totaled by the insurance company after I had it towed to Mexicali, and then another tow truck across the border to Calexico, and then another tow to San Diego. The insurance company, Mercury, reimbursed me for all the tows and gave me a good price for the truck.

Then I bought a 3/4 ton Ford and had an extra transmission radiator installed.

Lost count of the number of flat tires.

But, I've been driving around Baja for 35 years. Stuff happens.



[Edited on 8-13-2019 by SFandH]

David K - 8-13-2019 at 10:30 AM

I finally had something break on my Tacoma, but I didn't need to be towed. I drove it home from the road between Mike's Sky Rancho and Rancho el Coyote. It was my rear drum brake mount, on the wheel backplate. Caused the fluid to leak... Larry (bajatrailrider) was at El Coyote and gave me a pair of vise grips to close off the brake line so I could get home. I documented the incident in detail in my Trip #7 report (Oct. 2017).

AKgringo - 8-13-2019 at 01:04 PM

Ok, a break down story, the short version! I lost a bolt connecting my rear axle to the frame of my Kia while driving through San Felipe.

Not a major breakdown, because of where and when it fell out, but if it had happened a few miles south at highway speed, it could have been life altering (or ending)!

Cost, 200 pesos for parts and labor. Time for repairs, about an hour and a half. Here is a link to a more detailed version of the story; http://forums.bajanomad.com/viewthread.php?tid=87047&got...



[Edited on 8-13-2019 by AKgringo]

TMW - 8-13-2019 at 01:14 PM

The Squarecircle should tell his breakdown story. He broke down north side of San Vicente. Hassled by the cops, problems with tow truck drivers. Two days in a nightmare.

TMW - 8-13-2019 at 01:23 PM

I've never broke down where I needed help. I've been in wrecks where my trucks were badly damaged, one needed towed no problem there. The only problem was the insurance company claimed they couldn't find it for 6 months. I knew exactly where it was, hidden in plain site at the tow truck drivers place in La Rumorosa. The last wreck in Mexicali Ken Cooke towed me to the border but I had to payoff two different set of cops. It was close to Christmas time so what would you expect. $100 to the cops at the wreck site and $150 to another set of cops for towing me with a strap along the border wall.

del mar - 8-13-2019 at 01:56 PM

lost an alternator between catavina and chapala, hitchhiked back to catavina the local mechanic towed her back then headed off to pick up a new one....three days at the la pinta:(

RnR - 8-13-2019 at 02:03 PM

We had a travel trailer leaf spring break at about 60 mph on the four lane between Ciudad Insurgentes and C. Constitucion. Straight smooth road - the rear spring top leaf just snapped right at the contact with the next lower leaf in the spring pack.

When the leaf snapped, the rear axle was free to move forward and that let the equalizer flip over and slam the two tires together. That resulted in an almost complete wheel lockup and we skidded over to the shoulder of the road and to a stop pretty much across the entrance to a local Mexican's driveway.

As luck would have it, he was coming down his driveway headed to town before the dust even had a chance to settle. With his help we got the rig off the road, out of his driveway, and into his front yard.

He and I jacked up the trailer and got the broken spring off of the trailer. He told me where there was a spring shop in Constitucion and said to leave the trailer (and my wife and dogs) in his front yard for as long as it took for repairs.

I kissed my wife goodbye and headed off to Constitucion with the broken spring. Found the spring shop and found that they did not have the right sized spring. Not to worry.

They fired up a forge, cut the eyes off of a longer spring, heated the steel red hot, and proceeded to roll new eyes onto the spring by hand with an anvil, mandrel, and a blacksmith's hammer.

In less than a hour I had two new springs custom made to fit the travel trailer. Had them both replaced in other hour or so and we headed on down the highway towards La Paz.

Total elapsed time from the breakdown to being on the road again - Just under four hours.

Those custom made springs are still in the trailer five years later.

bajafreaks - 8-13-2019 at 03:20 PM

Quote: Originally posted by RnR  
We had a travel trailer leaf spring break at about 60 mph on the four lane between Ciudad Insurgentes and C. Constitucion. Straight smooth road - the rear spring top leaf just snapped right at the contact with the next lower leaf in the spring pack.

When the leaf snapped, the rear axle was free to move forward and that let the equalizer flip over and slam the two tires together. That resulted in an almost complete wheel lockup and we skidded over to the shoulder of the road and to a stop pretty much across the entrance to a local Mexican's driveway.

As luck would have it, he was coming down his driveway headed to town before the dust even had a chance to settle. With his help we got the rig off the road, out of his driveway, and into his front yard.

He and I jacked up the trailer and got the broken spring off of the trailer. He told me where there was a spring shop in Constitucion and said to leave the trailer (and my wife and dogs) in his front yard for as long as it took for repairs.

I kissed my wife goodbye and headed off to Constitucion with the broken spring. Found the spring shop and found that they did not have the right sized spring. Not to worry.

They fired up a forge, cut the eyes off of a longer spring, heated the steel red hot, and proceeded to roll new eyes onto the spring by hand with an anvil, mandrel, and a blacksmith's hammer.

In less than a hour I had two new springs custom made to fit the travel trailer. Had them both replaced in other hour or so and we headed on down the highway towards La Paz.

Total elapsed time from the breakdown to being on the road again - Just under four hours.

Those custom made springs are still in the trailer five years later.


Cool story...

thebajarunner - 8-13-2019 at 05:57 PM

Prerunning in the forest by Laguna Hansen for a big race. Old ragged F150 prerunner, with lots of miles (and character) Been raining a lot, so around a sharp turn right front drops deep into a rut and we come to a grinding halt. Right front points directly right, everything else points straight ahead.
Took off the tie rod, fortunately there are lots of big rocks up there. Bent the rod back into reasonable shape between big boulders, a little more hammering with smaller rocks and we are on our way back to Ensenada. Little out of toe, but on dirt who cares.
Back in town went to our favorite back yard welder friend because once bent the tie rod is probably gonna bend again.
He dug up an old tire iron, got the front toe pretty straight, and welded the tire iron to the bottom of the tie rod for rigidity.
Couple years later I looked under the front end of my partner's old pickup and sure enough, there was the tire iron, still holding the tie rod in position.

paranewbi - 8-13-2019 at 06:04 PM

Camped out close to shipwrecks in an arroyo north from San Jose.
A buddy had followed us in our VW bus and him in his Peugeot down to the cape for a week of surfing.
He headed back into town one evening solo and crawled out of his tent with a royal hangover the next morn.
Me; "Where's your car Jack?". Him; "Out of the arroyo, I had a flat on the way back from town last night". Me; "How much did you have to drink?" Him; "Enough not to remember".
We walked out to his car and found that he had driven on the rim of the 'flat' long enough to bend the rim bead down over the lug nuts. I gave him a hack saw and small pry bar and he spent a few hours cutting the bead and bending the metal enough to get the nuts free and replace all with his spare.
We had the length of Baja to get back home so we hit La Paz on the way north for a new rim and tire. Not for a Frenchy car though… no match for the lug pattern anywhere. The tire guy took a torch and cut the lug pattern center out of the damaged rim and then did the same with another rim matching the size of the non-match-able. He welded the Peugeot center into the center of the matching rim and mounted a used tire on it.
Forty bucks US.
Jack sold the Peugeot.
Got a VW bus.

4x4abc - 8-13-2019 at 07:30 PM

Quote: Originally posted by thebajarunner  
Prerunning in the forest by Laguna Hansen for a big race. Old ragged F150 prerunner, with lots of miles (and character) Been raining a lot, so around a sharp turn right front drops deep into a rut and we come to a grinding halt. Right front points directly right, everything else points straight ahead.
Took off the tie rod, fortunately there are lots of big rocks up there. Bent the rod back into reasonable shape between big boulders, a little more hammering with smaller rocks and we are on our way back to Ensenada. Little out of toe, but on dirt who cares.
Back in town went to our favorite back yard welder friend because once bent the tie rod is probably gonna bend again.
He dug up an old tire iron, got the front toe pretty straight, and welded the tire iron to the bottom of the tie rod for rigidity.
Couple years later I looked under the front end of my partner's old pickup and sure enough, there was the tire iron, still holding the tie rod in position.


what works really well for bent (and thus weakened) tie rods - the round hollow handle bar of a HiLift jack
unscrew one tie rod end, slip handle bar over tie rod, put tie rod end back on
voila!
on smaller vehicles (Jeeps) handle might need to be shortened with hacksaw

shari - 8-13-2019 at 07:31 PM

what a great thread....breaking down in Baja is always an adventure. Many times we met amazing people who went above and beyond the call of duty and managed to get us going again with some of that famous Mexican ingenuity!
like many here I broke down many times in 30 years here as well as towed people with my vehicle to get help.

One of my favorite moments was when we broke down between San Ignacio & Sta.Rosalia in an area of no cell service. Several people stopped to help but we needed to get a real mechanic. So Juan said I should hitch hike back to San Iganacio to find one...OK.

First car that came along stopped and I was a bit nervous about a single guy in a beat up old car...turns out it was my nephew!!! Epic BAja luck!

He knew a mechanic and the boys looked after the truck and I hung out swimming and napping at Don Chongs on the river...ahhhh baja!

mtgoat666 - 8-13-2019 at 07:50 PM

I am lucky, never had a break down. Occasional flat tires. A cracked window or two. I maintain my truck well, so haven’t had a breakdown anywhere in over 20 years.

SFandH - 8-14-2019 at 06:36 AM

I think both of my major automatic transmission breakdowns were due to heavy loads. Both times I had Callen cabover camper shells, no wider than the truck and no rear overhang. But I was going 65 - 70 mph on HOT days. The next truck had a separate transmission radiator and a transmission temperature gauge, and it ran cool. No problems.

Baja is tough on transmissions. My advice is to add a transmission radiator if you're running heavy or towing.

defrag4 - 8-14-2019 at 10:01 AM

Quote: Originally posted by RnR  
We had a travel trailer leaf spring break at about 60 mph on the four lane between Ciudad Insurgentes and C. Constitucion. Straight smooth road - the rear spring top leaf just snapped right at the contact with the next lower leaf in the spring pack.

When the leaf snapped, the rear axle was free to move forward and that let the equalizer flip over and slam the two tires together. That resulted in an almost complete wheel lockup and we skidded over to the shoulder of the road and to a stop pretty much across the entrance to a local Mexican's driveway.

As luck would have it, he was coming down his driveway headed to town before the dust even had a chance to settle. With his help we got the rig off the road, out of his driveway, and into his front yard.

He and I jacked up the trailer and got the broken spring off of the trailer. He told me where there was a spring shop in Constitucion and said to leave the trailer (and my wife and dogs) in his front yard for as long as it took for repairs.

I kissed my wife goodbye and headed off to Constitucion with the broken spring. Found the spring shop and found that they did not have the right sized spring. Not to worry.

They fired up a forge, cut the eyes off of a longer spring, heated the steel red hot, and proceeded to roll new eyes onto the spring by hand with an anvil, mandrel, and a blacksmith's hammer.

In less than a hour I had two new springs custom made to fit the travel trailer. Had them both replaced in other hour or so and we headed on down the highway towards La Paz.

Total elapsed time from the breakdown to being on the road again - Just under four hours.

Those custom made springs are still in the trailer five years later.


man i love mexico, great story brother!

Paco Facullo - 8-14-2019 at 10:14 AM

Some great stories here, thanks for all the input.

Yes, Mexicans are some of the best mechanics around and are able to take "jury-rigged" to the next level, as most of the time it ends up being a permanent repair !

AKgringo - 8-14-2019 at 10:22 AM

Quote: Originally posted by Paco Facullo  
Some great stories here, thanks for all the input.


Paco, did you ever see the post from two years ago? There a few pages of 'stuck or broke down' storys here; http://forums.bajanomad.com/viewthread.php?tid=87047&got...

defrag4 - 8-14-2019 at 10:25 AM

Was out in Scorpion bay for New years, noticed I was overheating a bit when I arrived, once we got to the beach I started investigating and found that the rutted roads had cracked my upper radiator neck where the hose attached to the radiator, it was a hairline crack but enough to leak under pressure.

I JBwelded it at the beach and kept on partying, a few days later we were headed back to Loreto, over the same rutted roads.

well my JBweld held for a bit, but eventually let loose and the crack got even bigger, dumping coolant out at an alarming rate

Luckily i was in the RV with plenty of water onboard so just kept pulling over every 5 minutes and dumping another gallon of water down in here to keep her cool. Each time I was pulled over with the hood popped, every single car that passed by would stop and ask if I was OK. :cool:

Limped her into Cid Insurgentes and stopped at the local auto parts store who directed me to Don Jose, the radiator man, tracked him down in a local neighborhood. Pulled up and explained the situation.

Jose crawled under the truck and pulled the lower rad hose before I had a chance to say lets grab a bucket! dumping coolant all over the street, luckily by this point it was mostly water anyway.

He had the rad pulled out in 5 minutes and took into his dirt floor workshop, he took a giant torch and started blasting the rad with flames, melting down the solder that connects the rad neck to the rad itself, he got the neck popped off and used some sand paper to clean up both pieces, then he grabbed a random blob of solder, dropped it into an old corrugated piece of siding, heated it up with the torch until it melted and ran down the corrugation, then let it cool into a nice thin bar of solder

grabbed his new bar of solder and a smaller torch, holding the filler neck back onto the rad, he methodically worked melted the bar of solder all around the rad neck, firmly affixing it back to the rad

splashed it all with some cool water, took it out back of the shop where he had a cement pila full of water, he had 2 old pieces of rad hose that had been capped off with what looked like old pieces of rubber boot, he capped one end had a schrader valved worked into it. he capped off both ends of the rad with these homemade caps

he dropped the rad into the water tank, grabbed an old bicycle pump and pumped the rad up with air, checking for any bubbles

no bubbles! no leaks!

Had the radiator put back in the truck in another 5 minutes, filled it back up with water and away we went.

total time less than 30 minutes from start to finish!

total cost: $5!!!




[Edited on 8-14-2019 by defrag4]

AKgringo - 8-14-2019 at 11:15 AM

I forgot about the radiator failure! Driving the back roads from Los Barrilles back to La Paz, the top tank developed a leak where the plastic top was crimped to the metal core.

This was in a 2002 Kia Sportage, a model that was never sold or serviced in Baja! I drove very moderately back to town, stopping often to check and add water as needed. I also kept the radiator cap loose, because it leaked worse under pressure.

Back at Campestre Maranatha, Jose (the owner) did a phone search of parts house and repair shops, and found a new radiator that had been sitting around long enough that they were delighted to get rid of it!

I brought antifreeze from Walmart with me, and got it swapped out the next day, and it cost less than the radiator alone would have cost at a parts house in the US.

RnR - 8-14-2019 at 01:50 PM

Quote: Originally posted by defrag4  
Was out in Scorpion bay for New years, noticed I was overheating a bit when I arrived, once we got to the beach I started investigating and found that the rutted roads had cracked my upper radiator neck where the hose attached to the radiator, it was a hairline crack but enough to leak under pressure.

I JBwelded it at the beach and kept on partying, a few days later we were headed back to Loreto, over the same rutted roads.

well my JBweld held for a bit, but eventually let loose and the crack got even bigger, dumping coolant out at an alarming rate

Luckily i was in the RV with plenty of water onboard so just kept pulling over every 5 minutes and dumping another gallon of water down in here to keep her cool. Each time I was pulled over with the hood popped, every single car that passed by would stop and ask if I was OK.

Limped her into Cid Insurgentes and stopped at the local auto parts store who directed me to Don Jose, the radiator man, tracked him down in a local neighborhood. Pulled up and explained the situation.

Jose crawled under the truck and pulled the lower rad hose before I had a chance to say lets grab a bucket! dumping coolant all over the street, luckily by this point it was mostly water anyway.

He had the rad pulled out in 5 minutes and took into his dirt floor workshop, he took a giant torch and started blasting the rad with flames, melting down the solder that connects the rad neck to the rad itself, he got the neck popped off and used some sand paper to clean up both pieces, then he grabbed a random blob of solder, dropped it into an old corrugated piece of siding, heated it up with the torch until it melted and ran down the corrugation, then let it cool into a nice thin bar of solder

grabbed his new bar of solder and a smaller torch, holding the filler neck back onto the rad, he methodically worked melted the bar of solder all around the rad neck, firmly affixing it back to the rad

splashed it all with some cool water, took it out back of the shop where he had a cement pila full of water, he had 2 old pieces of rad hose that had been capped off with what looked like old pieces of rubber boot, he capped one end had a schrader valved worked into it. he capped off both ends of the rad with these homemade caps

he dropped the rad into the water tank, grabbed an old bicycle pump and pumped the rad up with air, checking for any bubbles

no bubbles! no leaks!

Had the radiator put back in the truck in another 5 minutes, filled it back up with water and away we went.

total time less than 30 minutes from start to finish!

total cost: $5!!!


Right back at ya. GREAT STORY!

(Followed your blog a few years ago down the PanAmerican hwy. Great stories there, too.)

[Edited on 8-15-2019 by RnR]

MMc - 8-14-2019 at 02:43 PM

Many years ago, we had taken a Chevy Caprice south of Erendira for a long weekend. As we rolled around the wheat fields I missed seeing a hole and went into it. There was a big bump and we keep going. A few minutes later the check "Eng. Light" flickered. About 2 mins. later the light comes on solid. I stop and get out a see a trail of something behind the car. I start to look around under the car and see the oil pan is leaking oil. AHHH CRAP!
I wonder down to the water line and found a piece of wood, and start in on it with my knife. The wood is sized to about the same a as the hole in the pan. The hole is cleaned with white gas and than the plug is beat into the hole. After I inspect the fit and think it's ok, it's siliconed up.
We watch the hole as we pour the first Qt of oil. We're good! put in the other 3 Qts we had, and parked on a bluff with a pan under the pan.
Monday we head north, picked up some more oil as soon as we can. We drove the car with the plug in it for 2 weeks before I had the pan replaced.
I have had alternators fail, burned up clutches, had water in gas, one trip, I put holes in all 5 tires. I just consider it all part of the adventure. nice thread.




David K - 8-14-2019 at 03:43 PM

MMc, that reminded me of an incident in 1974, on my first Baja trip without parents (at 16). My high school friend and I were driving my Myers Manx dune buggy on an Easter Break trip down one side and back then other. Between Gonzaga and Puertecitos, I smelled gasoline.

An inspection revealed that the steering tie rod or stabilizer had made a crack in the fuel tank. Thank goodness, I remembered the Baja fix described in Mike McMahan's book, 'There it is: Baja!': Rub a bar of soap over the crack! It worked!

thebajarunner - 8-14-2019 at 04:08 PM

Driving across dry lake Chapala, heading home from yet another prerun, the tired old F150 prerunner coughed and quit.
Gas gauge showing 1/2, but after checking fuel pump, lines, filters, etc it seemed we were out of gas
Dumped in 5 gallons and it fired right up and away we go
Later, same thing, cough and quit,
Dump in another can and good to go
Got home and pulled the gas tank, it was upright behind the seats in those days.
The constant vibration of years of pre runs, coupled with my rather thrifty partner who never bothered to top off his tank, meant that the pickup line had gotten dried out and snapped about 1/3 of the way down.
Easy fix, at home, not so easy at Chapala.

Bajazly - 8-14-2019 at 04:17 PM

Quote: Originally posted by MMc  
Many years ago, we had taken a Chevy Caprice south of Erendira for a long weekend. As we rolled around the wheat fields I missed seeing a hole and went into it. There was a big bump and we keep going. A few minutes later the check "Eng. Light" flickered. About 2 mins. later the light comes on solid. I stop and get out a see a trail of something behind the car. I start to look around under the car and see the oil pan is leaking oil. AHHH CRAP!
I wonder down to the water line and found a piece of wood, and start in on it with my knife. The wood is sized to about the same a as the hole in the pan. The hole is cleaned with white gas and than the plug is beat into the hole. After I inspect the fit and think it's ok, it's siliconed up.
We watch the hole as we pour the first Qt of oil. We're good! put in the other 3 Qts we had, and parked on a bluff with a pan under the pan.
Monday we head north, picked up some more oil as soon as we can. We drove the car with the plug in it for 2 weeks before I had the pan replaced.
I have had alternators fail, burned up clutches, had water in gas, one trip, I put holes in all 5 tires. I just consider it all part of the adventure. nice thread.





Only thing that would have made this story better is that if it were a rental car, it got returned and somehow sometime later you had discovered the fix was still working. That is what I was expecting but good job none the less.

thebajarunner - 8-14-2019 at 04:38 PM

Quote: Originally posted by Bajazly  
Quote: Originally posted by MMc  
Many years ago, we had taken a Chevy Caprice south of Erendira for a long weekend. As we rolled around the wheat fields I missed seeing a hole and went into it. There was a big bump and we keep going. A few minutes later the check "Eng. Light" flickered. About 2 mins. later the light comes on solid. I stop and get out a see a trail of something behind the car. I start to look around under the car and see the oil pan is leaking oil. AHHH CRAP!
I wonder down to the water line and found a piece of wood, and start in on it with my knife. The wood is sized to about the same a as the hole in the pan. The hole is cleaned with white gas and than the plug is beat into the hole. After I inspect the fit and think it's ok, it's siliconed up.
We watch the hole as we pour the first Qt of oil. We're good! put in the other 3 Qts we had, and parked on a bluff with a pan under the pan.
Monday we head north, picked up some more oil as soon as we can. We drove the car with the plug in it for 2 weeks before I had the pan replaced.
I have had alternators fail, burned up clutches, had water in gas, one trip, I put holes in all 5 tires. I just consider it all part of the adventure. nice thread.





Only thing that would have made this story better is that if it were a rental car, it got returned and somehow sometime later you had discovered the fix was still working. That is what I was expecting but good job none the less.


We had some local yokels from Escalon that decided to race the 1000 many years ago. They went to the local Ford store, leased a new pickup, reinforced some places and slapped in a roll cage and ran several races. No idea how they ever turned it back in, but it was the talk of the pits way back then.

Bajazly - 8-14-2019 at 04:56 PM

Quote: Originally posted by thebajarunner  
Quote: Originally posted by Bajazly  
Quote: Originally posted by MMc  
Many years ago, we had taken a Chevy Caprice south of Erendira for a long weekend. As we rolled around the wheat fields I missed seeing a hole and went into it. There was a big bump and we keep going. A few minutes later the check "Eng. Light" flickered. About 2 mins. later the light comes on solid. I stop and get out a see a trail of something behind the car. I start to look around under the car and see the oil pan is leaking oil. AHHH CRAP!
I wonder down to the water line and found a piece of wood, and start in on it with my knife. The wood is sized to about the same a as the hole in the pan. The hole is cleaned with white gas and than the plug is beat into the hole. After I inspect the fit and think it's ok, it's siliconed up.
We watch the hole as we pour the first Qt of oil. We're good! put in the other 3 Qts we had, and parked on a bluff with a pan under the pan.
Monday we head north, picked up some more oil as soon as we can. We drove the car with the plug in it for 2 weeks before I had the pan replaced.
I have had alternators fail, burned up clutches, had water in gas, one trip, I put holes in all 5 tires. I just consider it all part of the adventure. nice thread.





Only thing that would have made this story better is that if it were a rental car, it got returned and somehow sometime later you had discovered the fix was still working. That is what I was expecting but good job none the less.


We had some local yokels from Escalon that decided to race the 1000 many years ago. They went to the local Ford store, leased a new pickup, reinforced some places and slapped in a roll cage and ran several races. No idea how they ever turned it back in, but it was the talk of the pits way back then.


Guessing they lost their security deposit on that one:yes:

larryC - 8-15-2019 at 04:53 PM

I have broken down many times in Baja usually something out of the ordinary causes it not from lack of maintenance. One incident I remember from a few years ago I was camped at Agua Verde and was coming up the big hill on the dirt road to go to Loreto to spend the night when my truck just lost power. It is a 2000 Ford F350 diesel. Right away I figured it was a fuel filter so I limped to the top of the hill and pulled over to change the filter. That took about 10 minutes started up and everything seemed fine, got onto the pavement heading north on Hwy 1 and about 5 miles down the road the truck lost power again. I didn’t want to start down the grade with the truck crapping out like that so I pulled over and my friend stopped and we took his truck in to Loreto to find a tow and a mechanic. Found both no problem and got the truck towed to the mechanic. Now it is late afternoon so he said he would check the truck in the morning and let me know what it needed. I went by the next day and he found that the fuel pump wasn’t putting out enough pressure he didn’t have a new one but had a used one for a gas engine that he said would work so I let him install it and later that afternoon we headed north. About 30 miles up the road the truck loses power again so I limp into Santa Rosalia and spend the night at the El Moro. Next morning I go looking for a parts house and find a new fuel pump but it is also for a gas engine but the guy says his dad has a diesel truck the same as mine and the gas pump works fine on his truck so I buy it and he refers me to a guy to install it. Luckily the pumps on these trucks are frame mounted and not in the tank. So I get it installed for 300 pesos and head back to the hotel to head north but the truck doesn’t even make it that far and craps out again. Now I’m getting angry. I’m stuck at a stop sign and the truck won’t start. A guy comes by and asks if I need help and that he is a mechanic and he can tow me to his shop. I take him up on that and when we get to his shop I tell him the whole story so far. He thinks the gas fuel pump won’t work on a diesel but he can call Ensenada and have one sent down on the bus tomorrow and have it by 11 am. The new pump is about $300 US. By now I am desperate and have no choice I tell him to do it and go back to the hotel to lay around the pool with my wife. The next day I go back to the shop at 11 am and no pump. He gets on the phone and calls Bajapak and they claim they sent it but then they figure out that the pump is supposed to go to Santa Rosalia but they sent it to San Quentin. They get the next bus to stop and pick it up and drag it down to SR. No problem the pump arrives about 3 in the afternoon, the mechanic is ready and throws the pump in and off we go. We make it about half way up the big windy road and the truck loses power again but keeps running and I figure as long as the truck is running I’m going to keep going. Once to the top of the hill I ‘m able to baby the truck and keep it moving at about 50 mph, but after a little while I can only get 45mph then 35 then 25 and finally I’m down to 20 mph but now I am almost in GN. I finally limp in to the Malarimo and we spend the night there, have a nice dinner and my friend and I discuss the problem and decide that it can’t be a bad pump and has to be a fuel tank problem so in the morning we find a mechanic and take the truck to him tell him the whole story and he agrees the problem must be in the tank. He drops the tank while I’m there and sure enough there are a thousand little tiny pieces of plastic in the tank. Evidently what happened is that Ford in their infinite wisdom made the fuel pickup screen/funnel out of a type of plastic that gets brittle with age. The mechanic cleaned out the tank and added a short piece of fuel line to extend the pick up to the bottom of the tank and we left there and made it back to BoLA no more problems. After getting to BoLA I dropped the tank and made a new pickup funnel out of aluminum (I have a metal lathe in my garage) and haven’t had another problem with the tank since. I do have several spare fuel pumps if anybody ever needs one. The whole ordeal took about 5 days but was quite an adventure. No hardships most of the places where we spent the nights had swimming pools and good restaurants.

thebajarunner - 8-15-2019 at 05:18 PM

There apparently are not too many old pre-runner dudes on this board, cuz in 15 years of doing so I have enough break down stories to fill ten pages...
Ok, one more.
Going through the forest well past Ojos Negros we are running about 60 and the right front spindle shears off. Kept it straight, and came to a pretty rapid stop, long gouge in the trail behind.
Three of us on board, so along comes another pre-runner who is headed back to Ensenada and we talk them into taking our mechanic back. Since all we drive are Ford F150 types the swap should be easy.
Told him to go to the motel, inform my wife (the previous edition) that he is taking the right front wheel off the tow truck and removing parts, bring back the fresh spindle and we can motor on.
Good plan, except that when they dog legged back to the highway to return to Ensenada he noted that right at that junction there was one of those road signs with the picture of a steer with horns, so all he needs to do is find that sign, make a left and there we will be.
Meanwhile we are stuck in the middle of the race road, so we build some big warning piles of brush in each direction, break out the cooler and hunker down for a long afternoon. Afternoon turns into evening, and night and we have plenty of cool brews but no food, and it gets chilly up there at night. We end up sleeping in the front seat, sitting up, and about 4 a.m. old Joe finally appears.
Seems that there are more than one bovine warning sign on the highway past Ojos Negros and, this being his first ever pre-run, made a number of false starts before he found the right one.
15 minutes later we are on the road to Ensenada for a bit of shut eye, sending Joe to the Yonke to find another spindle, and after swapping all the spindles around back on the road again.
Just another little detour on the roads of Baja.

thebajarunner - 8-16-2019 at 05:40 PM

This was a fun thread
And I have lots more stories
But not going to be the only one to contribute

(And no, we don't need another post from the guy who has never had a breakdown...… probably cuz he has never ventured past Rosarito Beach)

SFandH - 8-16-2019 at 05:54 PM

Then there was the time my old '67 Chevy 1/2 ton stalled in the middle of a rainstorm caused stream behind Punta Arena. Took me a wet while to figure out the distributor had gotten wet. Remember points and rotor?

AKgringo - 8-16-2019 at 07:49 PM

I was hoping that by now I would have a fresh, 2019 break down or self rescue to report on, but my Kia jumped the gun and broke down in Nevada, not Baja!!

I will try again when I figure out what I am going to drive.

stuck

Finchaser2020 - 8-17-2019 at 10:43 AM

I got stuck once :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13VXI9F3VTk



[Edited on 8-18-2019 by BajaNomad]

BornFisher - 8-17-2019 at 10:55 AM

Quote: Originally posted by Finchaser2020  
I got stuck once :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13VXI9F3VTk



Finchaser-- Terrible thing that happened, but one of the best videos ever! This is what I had in mind when I mentioned the clan shell quicksand. Hope you and amigo are still hitting it!!

[Edited on 8-18-2019 by BajaNomad]

Paco Facullo - 8-17-2019 at 12:41 PM

Now THAT'S a Baja adventure of the totally gnarly kind.

And I don't believe any insurance policy covers that sort of thing ....

I'd sure like to know what ended up happening with the truck ?

How did it get back to the US and how much did it cost ?

Did it get fixed>? Parted out ? Total loss ?



[Edited on 8-17-2019 by Paco Facullo]

SFandH - 8-17-2019 at 02:19 PM

Then on the washboard road back from a multi-day surf session at 9 palms, when few knew the break, before the Inet surf websites, my driver's side hand crank window regulator broke - '98 Chevy 1/2 ton. The window ended 1/2 way down and all crookered. I was able to fix it back at the San Pedrito campsite, but what a pain, working through the access holes in the door panel. Those things are tricky even with full access.

[Edited on 8-17-2019 by SFandH]

TMW - 8-17-2019 at 05:28 PM

Quote: Originally posted by lencho  


Serpentine belts are convenient, but they make me nervous having everything hanging on one potential failure point.


Always carry a spare.

TMW - 8-17-2019 at 05:33 PM

Salt water in a vehicle is never good. The corrosion it can cause weeks, months and years afterward will drive you nuts chasing them down.

Paco Facullo - 8-17-2019 at 05:50 PM

Same kind of thing with vehicles that have been to Burning Man.
The playa is a fine alkali powder and gets into EVERYTHING, you and your vehicle are NEVER the same .....

Although I'll admit saltwater is much MORE corrosive...

[Edited on 8-18-2019 by Paco Facullo]

Finchaser2020 - 8-18-2019 at 08:50 AM

Quote: Originally posted by Paco Facullo  
Now THAT'S a Baja adventure of the totally gnarly kind.

And I don't believe any insurance policy covers that sort of thing ....

I'd sure like to know what ended up happening with the truck ?

How did it get back to the US and how much did it cost ?

Did it get fixed>? Parted out ? Total loss ?






[Edited on 8-17-2019 by Paco Facullo]



Sold the truck to a friend in El Socorro and it was used there for a few years. I heard that it ended up in Ensenada. It was the source of many stories about mechanical problems......go figure.....lol

Amazing it ran at all after spending two high tides on the beach...

And yes, insurance did not cover getting it stuck in the ocean :)

The most difficult part of the adventure was trying to explain how it all went down to the wife!

We are headed back down this November!

AKgringo - 8-18-2019 at 09:11 AM

It could have been worse, a lot worse! I would tell you about a clean, customized Chevy that went through a tide cycle a couple of miles south of Deep Creek, but that would be an Alaska hijack, not a Baja story!

defrag4 - 8-19-2019 at 04:29 PM

Quote: Originally posted by Finchaser2020  
I got stuck once :)

[Edited on 8-18-2019 by BajaNomad]


poor yota :o

JZ - 8-19-2019 at 04:53 PM

All mine are boat related.

Lost 1 engine coming back from Kino Bay to San Carlos, Sonora. Limped for 60 miles. Took a very long time.

Same thing crossing from Santa Rosalia to the mainland. Middle of the SoC, and we lost an engine. Took 5 hours to make it in. Super calm day. We cooked taco on the grill and drank Pacificos.

Last year we were coming back from the islands in La Paz and the dumb ass captain under estimated the amount of gas required. We very luckily made it across the channel to near Balandra before it died. It was really rough through the gap, would have been nasty to be floating out there.

Biggest on land break down was trying to ride the Pioneer Mine trail about a year ago. My kid's bike over heated. One of his friends ran into him when we were out riding a couple weeks before. Turns out the radiator was really pushed in underneath the plastics.


mtgoat666 - 8-19-2019 at 07:50 PM

Quote: Originally posted by Finchaser2020  
Sold the truck to a friend in El Socorro and it was used there for a few years. I heard that it ended up in Ensenada. It was the source of many stories about mechanical problems......go figure.....lol

Amazing it ran at all after spending two high tides on the beach...

And yes, insurance did not cover getting it stuck in the ocean :)

The most difficult part of the adventure was trying to explain how it all went down to the wife!

We are headed back down this November!


Hopefully you learned your lesson!

I never drive on the beach for a variety of reasons:
You never know when liquefaction or non-cohesive sand will trap you (looks are deceiving)
Getting stuck sucks (and you only got a few hours to get the flock unstuck- been there-done that)
Majority of beach users are ANNOYED by vehicles on the beach, so why be that @sshat?;
Driving on beach is damaging to habitat; and
It is illegal most everywhere.

mooose29 - 8-19-2019 at 11:01 PM

Finchaser a great video and quite a wild story/adventure

About 10 years ago or so I was following my Dad in his giant 4x4 motorhome through Viscaino. At the south end headed out of town there is a very large speed bump that we know is there as we have been traveling in Baja my entire life.

My Dad forgot about the bump and being late afternoon/evening just didn’t see it and hit the thing going about 30-40. I see the ass end of the motor home go flying up and everything comes to a quick stop with the rear axle hanging at a very unnatural angle.

Hitting the bump sheared off one of the shackles holding the rear axle to the motorhome. This all happened in front of about a dozen men hanging out drinking beer and having a good time. We immediately had several “mechanics” on hand and within about 20 minutes with a 4x4 chunk of wood, a high lift jack, some chain, a come along, and a lot of beer, laughs, and plenty of opinions we had the axle back in place and the motor home drivable so we could get it to the shop of one of the helpers.

Within about 30 minutes of being at the shop the mechanic had found an old shackle somewhere out in the desert and some other hardware needed, got his welder out and before we know the repairs were done and we were ready to be back on the road.

The mechanic refused to take anything more than about $25 bucks even though we were insisting he accept more he would not. When back in the States my Dad and I went to Sears and bought a 200-250 piece craftsman’s tool set and next time down we stopped by and dropped off the tools and had some more laughs about that speed bump with the mechanic.

I have several more great stories that I will try and write up in the next day or so. One constant is we have always been able to get fixed and back on the road and we have truly experienced some of the best of people and Baja when broken down.

SFandH - 8-20-2019 at 08:11 AM

I bet speed bumps have broken many cars. And that reminds me of my latest automotive mishap. This past May I was driving north and at the little town just south of the Bahia de Los Angeles turnoff I had to brake (break) heavily because a speed bump suddenly appeared. The 3/4 ton 2003 Ford with the Callen camper loaded with stuff started to stop and then the brake pedal went down to the floor. Chit! No brakes in the middle of nowhere. Now what?

Luckily there was a spot to get off the road and I managed to stop, the brakes still worked but barely. Looked under the truck and the brake line to the right rear wheel is broken. This truck has lived within the sound of waves breaking on the beach its whole life and everything not painted is rusted. The brake line just rusted away. I had a quart of brake fluid with me so I topped off the reservoir, turned around and went the short distance back to the little town.

Just off the highway, I found a mechanic with a bunch of wrecks in his yard. He scavenged a brake line off of some kind of Ford that had the right connectors on it, installed it, bled the brakes, and after a couple of hours or so away we went. He wanted 600 pesos, I gave him 1000.

I just sold the rust-bucket for $500 to a friend. 168,000 miles. It looks OK and runs good, it's just all the rust underneath and in the engine compartment. The buyer was fully aware of the rust issues and jury-rigged brake line.



[Edited on 8-20-2019 by SFandH]

Paco Facullo - 8-20-2019 at 08:14 AM

Great story's from ya'll,,,,

I guess that's the thing about Baja and breaking down needing help. It brings out the good in people and the Mexican's that live there are some of the best !

Damn sure makes for great memories and stories.

Moose, Class move with bringing the mechanic the tools !

[Edited on 8-20-2019 by Paco Facullo]

thebajarunner - 8-20-2019 at 04:48 PM

Changing a tire without a jack..... nothing to it.

We lost a jack somewhere in the midst of a Baja 500, then had a flat over south of Huerfenito.
(How the jack got left behind is a whole nother story)

You got to get off the hard road and get the wounded wheel on something fairly soft. Then you gather rocks and build a pyramid under the axle, and then you get the shovel and dig out under the flat until it is free. Quick change, then you have to get back on all 4.

If it is not on the drive wheels, just drive it off.
If it is on a drive axle, and you don't have a locker, then you have to fill your hole back with rocks, truck in neutral, and rock it back and forth until it drops.

All this while race minutes are ticking away.

Try it, it works.

mooose29 - 8-20-2019 at 11:34 PM

A break down of our own doing.

Pre running for the 500 many years ago in Dad’s Myers Towed. We left San Felipe in the morning and told the wives we would be back in the afternoon and don’t worry unless it gets dark.

A few miles past Mike’s Sky Rancho Dad takes an off camber left hand turn a bit too fast. I remember hanging on to the sissy bar for dear life while looking down the canyon to my right as the rear slides around and catches the ditch on the outside of the corner. The tire catches and we roll over 4-6 times about 50-75 feet down the canyon and miraculously we come to rest on our tires. The first couple of rolls were violent and man I wish we had those on video the last couple were like in super slow motion as the canyon pulled us further down.

We both looked at each other with eyes as big as dinner plates, ask if we are each ok and start unbuckling to survey the carnage. Dad had a small cut on his leg and I was unscathed. full roll cage, 5 point harnesses, helmets, and a lot of luck saved the day for both of us for sure. Wow

So now what we are miles from anywhere and down this fairly steep canyon. We climb up to the road and wait for some racers to come by. Lucky since this was a week or so before the race there were a fair amount of riders out and we didn’t have to wait long till a couple dudes on motorcycles came by.

They offered a ride and we decided Dad would ride to town to find help on the back of a bike and I would stay with the buggy.

I spent the first couple hours picking up tools and parts of buggy that had flown off during our crash. Then a hour or 2 sitting on the side of the road or in the buggy waiting and talking to passing riders/racers who universally all stopped to find out what happened and if I was OK. A lot of laughs and head shakes were had at our expense that day, and certainly deserved. Finally 4-5 in the afternoon Dad shows up with a hand full of racers in a pit truck I think it was a big Ford F-350 and we set about getting the buggy out of the canyon.

I think it was 3 or 4 tow straps linked together and that truck pulled us out easy. So now we are back on the road getting ready to tow back to town and Dad says wait why don’t we try and start it. Turn the key a little gas and that old 1960 something VW engine fires right up. But is making an awful noise which we quickly determine is the fan hitting a cowling that got all beat up so out come a hammer and pry bar and a couple minutes later no more racket. Lots of high fives head shakes and a few cold beers and we in on the road.

We get on the road the truck follows us to the highway we go right they go left. We had trailered to Mikes so we needed to get the buggy to the suburban/trailer we had left at Mikes.

All is good until the turn off for Mikes and a belt let lose and something else broke and we were dead literally at the turn off. So still miles from our ride and getting dark and we are stuck again. We start looking for a ride and along comes a rancher in an old beat to hell pickup and says jump in the back I’ll take you there. I sat in the back with a couple of goats as I recall.

We get the suburban and trailer then back to the buggy, wrestle the buggy on the trailer with a come along and we are on our way back to camp in San Felipe. It is now dark and I know the girls are gonna be worried as we said we would be back hours ago and we still have a couple hours to get back.

As we pull in to camp they are literally pulling out with several trucks of racers, friends, and family to come and rescue us. We had a lot of laughs and still do over that story that night. Although the wives were not amused for a while. This was before Spot, cell reception, etc... so we really had no way to letting them know we were OK.

wiltonh - 8-21-2019 at 03:40 PM

In 1998 I was flying to meet friends in La Paz. They were driving down with a trailer. When I got off the plane they told me the trailer was broken down at a camp at the edge of La Paz. The spindle had broken and the trailer stopped them on the pavement in front of the old RV camp next to the water. They got it into the first camp spot and waited for me to show up.

The trailer was made from an old Ford rear axle so I removed the remaining part and headed to the junk yard. All they had was a front plate with the steering arm connected. I told the guy that I needed the rear one not the front one and he got out his cutting torch and cut off the steering arm. He then ground the cut flat.

I stopped at a hardware and purchased a hand full of washers and put them behind the plate until it was as true as my eye could get it. They went South to our camping location and them back to Oregon in the spring. After 2000 miles that tire was worn off on one edge.

[Edited on 8-21-2019 by wiltonh]

[Edited on 8-22-2019 by wiltonh]

thebajarunner - 8-21-2019 at 03:52 PM

"Grabbing the sissy bar in a roll over" reminds me of the time that my partner Chuck was invited to pre-run for the 1000 with the Stroppe team.
Big Bill Rush, perennial 4 wheel drive champ, rolled his Bronco on the pre-run. It was an open rig with a full roll cage and he had a firm grip with his left hand on the roll bar. Left one finger behind. Not quite sure where you should put your hands in a rollover.
I remember that Danica Patrick used to let go of the wheel and put her hands in her lap when she wrecked (frequently) in IndyCar and NASCAR.

pniles - 8-22-2019 at 02:56 PM

It was November 1995 and a friend and I had just completed a kayak trip from Loreto to La Paz. Heading north my Isuzu Trooper transmission failed about 15 miles south of Vizcaino. My friend towed me to a tiny half open-air auto shop on Highway 1 on the south end of Vizcaino. The owner and mechanic, Esteban was a handsome and friendly bantam weight boxer looking character who adapted immediately to my present tense only Spanish. The next couple of days Esteban and some teen age “apprentices” tore the transmission down but soon decided they couldn’t fix it. I slept in the Trooper in the shop yard for the next week as plan B was developed, mostly by Esteban.

He managed to contact two or three different guys that could tow me to the border. But, after going to of all auto shops and stores, and numerous contacts in a facinating tour around town, a tow-bar could not be found anywhere. Esteban said he could build one with his (decrepit) arc welder but was out of acetylene needed to cut out some of the pieces. After a trip to Guerrero Negro to get acetylene for him, money for me, and groceries for his shy wife, he completed the tow bar in the next day or two. I was impressed with the result.

The first guy ready to tow me was scheduled to show up the next morning. He would not have been my first choice. He was a loud mouth duded out nightclub cowboy drunk I had met in the shop previously. But thankfully, in the evening, a regular around the shop, with one ear ring, who hadn’t weighed in before, said he would take my Trooper in the back of his enclosed tomato truck. I don’t remember, but maybe for as little as $200. In the dark we towed the Trooper out of town to a sand dune hump that with planks made a half ass loading ramp. With difficulty (and a subsequent medical issue) we loaded the Trooper, with the sea kayak next to it.

In the morning (?) after picking up a friend of his to accompany us, we headed for Tijuana. It was a slow (the overdrive was out) but entertaining trip, with lots of laughing, and music. That night the three of us “slept” sitting in the cab together huddled under my mummy bag, I think at Catavina. We got to Tijuana in the evening, found a flatbed tow truck that could go across the border, went through secondary, and me and my trooper were delivered to the curb in front of the San Diego Trooper dealer. It took another week for them to fix it. I think they had to have parts shipped in. I can’t remember any specifics about what failed, but I think the cause was an incorrect transmission oil that I had used.

The next year, after a bicycle trip from Santa Inez to the Santa Maria mission, I stopped to visit Esteban. It was an inopportune time. The shop was empty so I stepped into the weeping willow shaded yard connecting his shop to his house. I saw Esteban in a hammock in the shade, a blanket tossed over him. He recognized and welcomed me, and lifted the blanket to show me what looked like a Winchester 30-30 pointed in my direction, and pulling the blanket further showed me a long freshly healed scar across his chest. He of course had been waiting for someone other than me.

I quickly decided it wasn’t a good time to visit.

I don’t remember what more if anything he said about his immediate troubles. Hanging out at Esteban’s shop the previous year I had gathered that the crime scene in Vizcaino, both petty and major, was much larger than I had imagined for such a small town. In light of what I had learned then, I think Esteban was involved in some kind of factional dispute where problems are solved outside of the local police.

As I left Esteban told me that he had gotten a hernia when we loaded the Trooper into the truck, and that he subsequently crossed the border to get surgery done in Oregon where I think he had a brother. I had no doubt but that this was true.

The next year, 1997, on a surfing trip, I bought a red 220 Volt Lincoln Arc Welder in Ensenada, the ones that look like a large vintage am radio, and delivered it to Esteban as a small payment for the help he had given me. I haven’t been in touch with Esteban since then. Esteban is like so many people I have met in Baja that would give you the shirt off their back. Because of the sensitive nature of the above details I thought it best to avoid using Esteban’s real name in this story.

I think now that it would have been more efficient to have had my friend contract a flatbed wrecker in Tijuana to come down and get by me and the Trooper. I did not want my friend himself to have to tow me with a tow bar.

After more than 30 trips to Baja, what amazes me about this and similar edgy experiences is how alive and happy one can be during the experience, with a feeling of living to the fullest. At least as long as things turn out OK.

SFandH - 8-22-2019 at 03:04 PM

Good story. I too had to be towed out of Baja once. Multiple day fiasco, multiple tow trucks, playing it by ear. It actually worked out, one step at a time.

David K - 8-22-2019 at 04:42 PM

Dear pniles,
Your story is great and it sounds like you have more?
I would really enjoy reading about your bike ride to Mission Santa María and the kayak trip, too.
Nomads could really use some fresh blood!
Thank you and welcome aboard!

pniles - 8-23-2019 at 11:06 PM

Thanks David.
Regarding the bike trip to Santa Maria, I think I can polish that off right here without making a new thread. The bike trip to the Santa Maria mission was a pretty minor achievement.

I had turned 60 and it was next on my Baja bucket list. I recall a vigorous and super satisfying, but easy, trip. I think it was 15 miles in. I didn’t know what to expect beyond the first mile or so, so had prepared waypoints on a topo so I wouldn’t get lost. On the way in from Santa Inez I talked to Schoonmacher (?) at his cabin (with his wrecked airplane in the yard; wrecked at the Santa Inez air strip after the thief was unprepared for the torque of his particular motor and on takeoff tipped sideways into the runway, or something like that). I don’t recall getting much insight as to the road to Santa Maria ahead, but he did seem somewhat concerned about my plan. I probably looked helpless, and he didn’t want to have to rescue me.

I wish I had asked him where to look for the petroglyphs. I looked for big horns but saw none.

I wore a regular backpack while riding the mountain bike. I walked with the backpack resting on the bike while I pushed it up hill or through loose sand. My gut recollection is the road up to the highest point was like riding on a of decomposed granite path through Joshua Tree park. Vehicles had clearly used the road so there was no chance of getting lost.

The part going down into the mission valley was very rough and bouldery. But not an issue so much when walking with a bike. But I do recall a part near the bottom with side by side gullies 2 or 3 ft deep going down a moderately steep slope. Hardly any flat road surface left, just ridges. Nothing could drive through there I said to myself--yet at the bottom, in the swampy area, I saw an old motorcycle track in the clay!

I have generally followed the Nomad coverage of Santa Maria trips for years, and never remember specifics, but see that I made a note about you (David K) going to the mission on a quad in 1999. Did you navigate the gullies, or did I imagine them? Were you there before 1997?

I slept in the open, inside the mission against the crumbled 2-ft high south side wall. I was awakened at about 10 pm by eight flashlight beams scanning my camp. An Mexican ecotourism group from Ensenada had walked down from the top, leaving behind something like a big-tire Suburban 4x4. I think they were intending to come part of the way down, but had broken something on the way in and only had two wheel drive, so got in late.

The eco group was great company and they invited me to join them at the world class oasis, a long walk downstream of the mission. That was a nice discovery.

pniles - 8-23-2019 at 11:16 PM

The bike trip was in November, 1997.

David K - 8-24-2019 at 08:39 AM

Quote: Originally posted by pniles  
The bike trip was in November, 1997.


Very interesting!
My first time in was that quad ride in 1999 that you mentioned: http://www.vivabaja.com/missionsm/

It was my first return to Baja after a couple of dry years. It was after I got a computer and discovered there were other Baja nuts out there. I began my website with that trip.

My second time to Santa María was in my first Tacoma and traveled with two other Nomads/ Amigos, back in 2003 with my daughter: http://www.vivabaja.com/403/ We went to the petroglyphs. They are along the Indian trail (original El Camino Real) that drops into the canyon from the end of the bulldozed roadbed. Photos in this page.

My third time was in 2007, with my second Tacoma, my future wife 'Baja Angel,' and we traveled with Roy 'The squarecircle' and his lady Blanche. That was the trip we camped down at that oasis a mile past the mission and saw the bighorn sheep. http://vivabaja.com/msm/

My fourth and last time was in 2010 with my third Tacoma and a small group of Baja Nomads, it was great! http://vivabaja.com/msm2010/

At the peninsular divide (high point), 9.9 miles from Santa Ynez and 4.5 miles from the mission.

BajaTripper, Zully, CG, Baja Angel, Kurt G, Neal Johns, Baja Bucko, Art (edm1), Mia, HB Murphy, Zoom. Photo was taken by me, David K.

ROAD LOG
0.0 Rancho Santa Ynez, take road through left gate, north of ranch.
0.9 FORK, go left/ uphill.
1.8 Deep Gully, 4WD climb out (if this scares you, go back!).
2.4 Rock pile, a road to left, go straight/ right fork.
4.7 Cement monument off to left (tracks continue past monument).
5.6 Arroyo crossing with palms.
9.9 Peninsular Divide, view of Punta Final on the gulf.
13.3 Top of the 'Widowmaker' grade.
14.4 MISION SANTA MARIA
15.4 Road enters sandy Arroyo Santa Maria, after very steep downgrade. The oasis pool is up the arroyo, left here.
15.7 Turn left, out of arroyo (may be hidden by plants). Tracks ahead in arroyo end in 1/4 mile.
15.9 El Camino Real climbs to the left, up hillside. The mission trail stays out of the canyon, along the north ridge and returns to the arroyo at the east end of the canyon.
16.0 Roadbed washed out. Park and hike on to end of bulldozed grade to see petroglyphs, canyon view, Indian trail to canyon bottom.
[In 2010, large rocks prevented driving past Mile 15.5 so some of us hiked on to see the Camino Real and petroglyphs.]

[Edited on 8-24-2019 by David K]

Skipjack Joe - 8-24-2019 at 03:54 PM

Whenever we broke down in Baja my ex would break down crying.

Lee - 8-24-2019 at 09:09 PM

Looking for mechanics, any speciality, down South that can be added to the Mechanics in Baja thread, currently being viewed.

Name, speciality, location/landmark, number, if available.