Diver
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I Was A Dumb Teenage Gringo
Stardate 1970;
First time down by ourselves. Me and the girl I was really, really hot for. What a trip !!!! All these great beaches; all these great places to "fool
around".
After getting into Mulege mid-morning, we hit the lavamatica, did a little shopping, had a few refreshments and decided to head south to find a
secluded beach to make our own.
After checking a few other spots, we pulled down to El Requeson and knew we had found our spot. There were only two other campers on the beach but,
wanting as much privacy as possible, we went across the then-dry spit to the island. (Don't start guessing at the outcome!)
As soon as we got settled, we went inside our pick-up camper to stretch our physical limits again. One thing led to another and we fell asleep until
early morning.
When we woke up, the tide had come in and our rear tires were in about 6 inches of water and rising. I cranked up the diesel and pulled forward onto
dry land, no problems. We decided to wait out the tide and head to Loreto later in the day.
About an hour later, when the tide was at it's highest, the type of sloppy, loud, obnoxious gringo that we leave the US to avoid, showed up in an old
Chevy truck. He parked across the spit and walked over to our camp. He blew his horn for a while and we told him we were waiting for the tide so we
could leave and go to Loreto. Wouldn't you know it, Mr. Obnoxious was going to Loreto also and wanted to follow us, "I'll buy the first round" he
said. (The last thing we wanted)
The loud gringo apparently got anxious and started trying to convince us that we could get across the flooded spit in 4wd, no problem. I elected not
to try it, Well that only got him going harder and the next thing we knew he walked back to his truck and started to drive across to show us it could
be done. Less than half way across his truck bogged and the wheels sank into the salty sand for good. Mr Obnoxious was now stuck with us.
He laid into his beer stash and then laid out for a nap on the hood of his truck to wait for low tide. He had already figured how we would drive past
and then pull him out. A few hours later the tide was out, the sand spit was dry and the noisy slob was still fast asleep.
We started the truck to see if he would wake up and when he didn't, we snuck on past and went to Loreto !
When we got to Cabo Pulmo, we ran into some canudians that had been to El Requeson as well. Apparently, the gringo slept through low tide, got drunk
again and slept through the next one. He ended up stuck there for almost two days !
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Bruce R Leech
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that is a classic and Diver I would have done the same thing you did
Bruce R Leech
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Sharksbaja
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Hey! That was me!
not And you are still alive to talk about. 
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jrbaja
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Good one Diver!
You did the right thing.
Go to search, and type in "Stuck stories" for some really good stuff too. Perhaps we should bring that back up for more great stories to be added
including this one. Pretty fun stuff, or NOT!
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Debra
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Sounds like you wern't the dumb one.....
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rpleger
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Mood: Was good.
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Very good, Very good
Richard on the Hill
*ABROAD*, adj. At war with savages and idiots. To be a Frenchman abroad is to
be miserable; to be an American abroad is to make others miserable.
-- Ambrose Bierce, _The Enlarged Devil\'s Dictionary_
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