David K
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I recall our first trip to L.A. Bay, in 1967!
All these wonderful Bahia de los Angeles stories have me thinking back when I was almost ten years old, in the summer of '67 (my 'wonder years'). My
parents and I had been traveling/four wheeling in Baja for two years and all of us were totally entranced by the rugged and beautiful peninsula.
The previous summer (1966) we made the great journey from Tijuana to Cabo San Lucas (took two weeks, with 800 miles on dirt). We didn't detour to L.A.
Bay then, saving it for next year!
Our route to Bahia was to go down from Mexicali & San Felipe. Even though the 'toughest' road in Baja was this way (Puertecitos to Gonzaga), that
was better than going through the dust bowl at Laguna Chapala on the main transpeninsular road, which we experienced the previous year. That talcum
powder fine silt, one had to plow through before the dry lakebed, was the worst part of the 1000+ mile trip!
The 'Gonzaga Grades' (as we called them) south of Puertecitos were a great challenge, even with low range four wheel drive... Today's graded dirt road
people think is bad is a super highway compared to the original road over the volcanic ridges. Parts of it can be seen from the present graded road on
opposing canyon walls.
In 1967, San Felipe's main street was dirt and a devastating chubasco would (soon after our trip) do terrible damage. We stocked up on bolillos at the
bakery and headed south. The road was graded to Puertecitos and stayed inland from the coast passing through the sulfur mine valley.
Puertecitos was then a small resort settlement with a cafe, motel rooms, airstrip, and some wonderful albeit stinky hot springs at the water's edge.
It was here, in 1965, patrons informed my dad that this was the 'end of the road'. My dad (that previous year) made it to Gonzaga Bay, anyway...towing
a tent trailer! A determined dentist and a Jeep Wagoneer is a combination NOT to be underestimated...LOL!
Leaving Puertecitos we engaged 4WD Low Range and crawled the Jeep over each of the six extremely steep volcanic staircases ('Gonzaga Grades' my folks
called them) that ended at El Huerfanito.
A small cafe was built near the shore across from the Little Orphan island (El Huerfanito). Many children appeared and my parents had brought hard
candies (dulces) for them... much appreciated!
The road alternated between flat and small grades as we continued on. The next campo was 'Okie Landing', a sport fishing camp with some palapas and an
ice house built in a cave.
Finally, Bahia San Luis Gonzaga came into view. The first time we came here, was in '65 and stayed near the campo now called Alfonsina's... back then
I don't recall the official name.
From Gonzaga we headed south through the boulders of Las Arrastras and water filled Calamajue Canyon to El Crucero on the transpeninsular main road.
The main roads were just two deep parallel ruts in sand or rock terrain. You could almost let go of the steering wheel and the ruts would steer the
Jeep for you! In a few miles we turned off the main Baja road and headed for L.A. Bay.
At Desengano we stopped to examine the several adobe buildings from this 1930's gold mine. Several more miles traveled and, just like today, the first
view of the 'Bay of Angels' was breathtaking!
The town of L.A. Bay was only about 100 people who mostly worked for Papa Diaz or hunted turtles... Casa Diaz was THE place, the ONLY place for
tourists in 1967!
Casa Diaz was operated by 'Papa' (Antero) and Cruz Diaz. Now, the problem was Mrs. Diaz did not appreciate being called 'mama' by anyone but her own
children. However, where there is a 'papa' then there must be a 'mama', right? This issue was documented in many publications of the time. In more
recent times I heard Cruz relented and accepted the name 'Mama Diaz' with a smile!
Cruz was a famous for her turtle steaks, as she ran the kitchen at Casa Diaz. Pilots would make great detours in flight plans should an opportunity
for a meal prepared by Senora Diaz arise! Most customers at Casa Diaz were pilots and their passengers. The closest paved road was just north of
Colonet, 280 miles away. Jeep and motorcycle clients were rare.
The L.A. Bay airstrip's south end was at Casa Diaz, a collection of cinder block groups of cabins, where pilots would taxi their planes up to and park
in front of their room. Much like autos at a motor lodge.
Legendary Baja pilot, Francisco Munoz, operated a small airline called 'Baja Air Service' that flew from Tijuana to L.A. Bay, Mulege, and Puerto
Vallarta... an airline ahead of its time. My dad flew with Munoz over Baja in the co-pilot's seat, that year!
Casa Diaz may have been the first time anyone showered in solar heated water, another innovation in Baja. The only trick was to shower in the
afternoon, because without a day's sunlight, any other time would be less than ideal water temperature!
In the summer, it was way too warm at night to sleep in the rooms. So, every room had cots on the outside for sleeping in the open... that was great!
About ten o'clock, Papa would shut off his generator (the town's only source of electricity), after a couple of warning brown outs, to give you time
to light lanterns. Then a billion stars would grab your attention. No finer sleep at any hotel could be had then that system at Casa Diaz...under the
stars!
Papa Diaz had a big yacht anchored off shore. He took groups fishing on it. The yacht was called the 'San Agustin', I believe. If there was an
emergency, Papa would go to his yacht and use the HAM radio onboard. The U.S. Coast Guard could fly a helicopter down, if needed to rescue an injured
person.
The kids at L.A. Bay had an interesting toy. It was a kind of a Baja version of a cap gun. The toy was the invention of Dick Daggett (Jr.), who was
the town mechanic. Several families in Baja have English last names. Dick's father jumped ship in the 1890's, hid in a cave until the ship left and
stayed in Baja. More on the Daggetts in another article... Anyway, using discarded spark plugs, a large nail, and a string, theses 'cap gun toys' were
made. The ceramic removed, hollowed out spark plug core was where a wooden match was inserted and twisted, leaving the sulfurous tip behind. The nail
was then inserted. A loop of string attached the nail to the spark plug, and then holding the loop one would slam the head of the nail against a wall.
The point of the nail ignited the match head, and BANG!!! It was quite effective. We considered marketing the product!
One other family was brave enough to drive into L.A. Bay that summer. It was the Anderson family of Valley Center. Their bodies and vehicle showed
clearly they came south from Ensenada as the Laguna Chapala dust was all over them! They were in a Land Rover with two boys a couple years older than
my 9 1/2 years of age.
I had a Briggs and Stratton powered mini bike and the two Anderson boys were very interested in it. They had a room at Casa Diaz at first, but then
moved out to the sand point to camp (where the light house is now). My dad drove us out to party with them one day, on the sand point. They were quite
surprised that we had ice and my dad could whip up some ice cold adult drinks!
The Anderson's note in Diaz' logbook read: "We came over in a Land Rover. The road was rough, but the Rover is tough... We whaled our tails!"
Some seven years later, I took a world history class in high school. The teacher would mention Baja California, he had a Land Rover... yep, that's
right, talk about a small world! I started to describe that trip of '67... it was really shocking how we ended up re-meeting. He specially remembered
my dad's icy c-cktails! I think I got an A in Terry Anderson's world history class! Viva Baja!
That was quite a trip, 35 years ago... and very fresh in my mind. Getting there was only HALF the adventure!
The return trip north my dad decided not to return just then! My mom was already 'Baja Proven' and didn't need any man to drive us back... So, she and
I continued north. We got to the old mill ruins at the edge of Calamajue Canyon, where we spent the night.
The next day, just a few miles north, we ran out of gas in the Wagoneer? or something stalled us. My mom was not worried, as we were aware of a Baja
tour 4WD Carryall and Nissan Patrol support vehicle somewhere behind us.
My mom set up our bridge table and prepared slices of ice-cold watermelon to serve our rescuers! Soon, the 4WD 'bus' arrived and out came the
passengers (old ladies mostly). Their air conditioning was on the fritz... and it was well over 100?! One of the tour passengers took my mom aside,
and begged her to take her as a passenger, offering large sums of money, even! I guess this early Baja tour company was less than prepared for the
toils of the land. My mom declined preferring the uncomplicated status quo.
Watermelon was a hit, we got some gas or whatever was needed and headed for Alfonsina's. Alfonsina's had a few rooms for rent back in those days, so
there we stayed the second night out.
Back at Casa Diaz, my dad waited for Captain Munoz to return for a flight out... this is when my dad got to be co-pilot of Baja Air Service!
My dad hopped on Capt. Munoz' plane on its southbound leg to Mulege and Puerto Vallarta. I think Munoz gave my dad a tour of Puerto Vallarta before
the return flight. Anyway, on the return flight north, Francisco Munoz invited my dad to sit up front, in the co-pilots chair. Concerned over my mom's
decision to drive north over the dreaded 'Gonzaga Grades', Captain Munoz deviated the normal route to Tijuana and flew up the gulf coast to try and
spot my mom and I.
Mom and I headed towards Puertecitos in the Wagoneer. We pulled off to look at a water hole, 'Agua de Mezquitito'. The area was thick with quail.
Climbing over the grades, we came upon a Mexican supply truck stalled near the summit. We stopped to offer assistance, and the driver quickly placed
rocks behind our Jeep's tires, should we roll back to certain death! All along the steep grades between Puertecitos and El Huerfanito were crosses and
wrecked cars and trucks in the canyons below. Brake failures, 2WDs losing traction, and simply mis-steering on the narrow trail were the likely cause
of those tragedies.
The completion of Highway One, in Dec. '73 changed traffic greatly to Gonzaga Bay. No longer was any maintenance performed south of Puertecitos, as
all commercial traffic came in from the south after '73. The new graded road (south of Puertecitos) was blasted through in 1985-86.
Well, mom and I made it to Puertecitos and rented a room for the night. That was when I first enjoyed the famous sulfur hot springs at the water's
edge. Timing is critical to enjoy the pools that are totally covered at high tide and too hot if low tide has kept the sea water away too long. Yes,
you will smell like a rotten egg, but your aches and pains of the harsh road will be gone!
We were never spotted from the air and made it back safely. In the end, both my mom and dad had interesting stories to compare, and I had gained some
new great memories of Baja in the Golden Years! Thank you Ed and Lynn for giving me Baja Fever
(photo is of me at Calamajue Canyon on that trip, 1967)
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PabloS
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Thanks David for the great story, wish I had discovered Baja sooner than my first trip in the mid 70's. We began exploration by dune buggy just before
they blasted the 3 sisters into the history books.
Here we are coming down the sisters.
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David K
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Yah, that was a 'great' road!!!
'65, '67, '74, '75, '79 (the first two times in my parents Wagoneer, the next two in my dune buggy, the final in my Subaru... and left the exhaust
system somewhere on them)
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Barry A.
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Great story, David-----
I first ran those "grades" in about 1959 in an old Army 4x4 ambulance. The next time was in about 1963 in a VW bus. Then again in about 1974 in a
two-wheel drive Ford Pickup, which my son now owns, and it still runs great. We ripped the motor mounts out of the frame on that trip, and ended up
tying the engine to the frame with chain and bolts-----those grades were something else. Loved it.
I sure remember San Felipe, and the dirt streets-----it was a fun "outpost" in those days-----my first visit was in about 1959, I think.
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Memories, what a wonderful thing to hold from youth. Great post. David you look almost old enough in the pix to be one of the checkpoint guards. Some
look so young.
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HotSchott
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Yea right, like that's really you...in Baja
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David K
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Funny Hotschott
No more than 'like this is really YOU ?', in Guadalupe Canyon! 
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HotSchott
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Dude,
Is that the only picture you have of me or what??
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David K
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No... I have this one, too!
The other is just so much better suited to toss back at you funny man!
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David K
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Of course, your dog takes a better photo, perhaps?
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