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BAJA ALMANAC .... Status/Used availability/or??

oldjack - 3-26-2007 at 10:27 AM

What is the status of reprinting/revision of THE ALMANAC??? Is there a source for used copies(I have tried many online sources..no luck).

David K - 3-26-2007 at 10:41 AM

Landon is 'working on' the next edition...

Hook - 3-26-2007 at 10:50 AM

Has Landon accepted payment from people for the new version? That would be his MO.

Sorry, but I really cant trust the guy after the Baja Explorer fiasco where he ceased publication at the beginning of one year, after accepting new subscription money. I know myself and others never got a refund, despite many attempts at trying.

Steve in Oro Valley - 3-26-2007 at 11:52 AM

Dave:

Landon Crumpton? The same that produced the large atlas sized one about twenty years ago?

I use that older one for comparison to the new snmaller versions which are quicker to use and easier to store.

Steve in Oro Valley

Neal Johns - 3-26-2007 at 11:59 AM

Yes, same one Steve

The retailers can't get in touch with him - so ????

DAVID K to the rescue???

oldjack - 3-26-2007 at 12:35 PM

If David K could be coaxed into publishing a similar book ... I would be among the first to order and prepay... I am not sure of his "free time"; but this looks like it gets a lot of references on the board and I am not alone in wanting an updated "version" of this information... self publishing could be the way to go...

motoged - 3-26-2007 at 01:06 PM

Nomads,
Some of us have scanned the Almanac and have it on CD. Maybe if we started to sell a few bootleg copies this guy would surface soon enough with a lawyer chomping at our heals.... A price of about $10 per CD would sure solve the problem and a lot of folks could print their own as needed.

I use copies of the pages that I need printed out for my Baja times and don't have to worry about the original being wrecked with taco drippings or spilled Tecate....

:light:



DirkEXC - 3-26-2007 at 01:56 PM

Motoged, Please PM me and let me know where I can send the $10 for the Cd. I would like to get an atlas before I am to old to go anymore.

David K - 3-26-2007 at 02:45 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Steve in Oro Valley
Dave:

Landon Crumpton? The same that produced the large atlas sized one about twenty years ago?

I use that older one for comparison to the new snmaller versions which are quicker to use and easier to store.

Steve in Oro Valley


YES... Neal Johns is right on, as usual!

David K - 3-26-2007 at 02:54 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by oldjack
If David K could be coaxed into publishing a similar book ... I would be among the first to order and prepay... I am not sure of his "free time"; but this looks like it gets a lot of references on the board and I am not alone in wanting an updated "version" of this information... self publishing could be the way to go...


You know I would really love to... Publishing books is not easy because of costs and distribution required to make it a success (ask Bernie).

I still have a wonderful m/s from the late Choral Pepper that she gave me. I would like to get that published before any new projects. You guys would love it! I did post a couple chapters from it, and they are still here on Nomad in the Historic Literature forum.

I will continue to post trip reports with maps and GPS details to satisfy some of that hunger to explore we here have.

I hope Landon does get the new Almanac out soon... This panic happened in 2001-2002 before the last edition came out in mid 2002.

I don't have any contact with him, but I have emailed him an offer to correct the Mexican cartographer's errors that appear in the topos... no reply.

Nomads will help other Nomads if they need to see the Almanac... I live in north San Diego County, near I-5.

I have the both editions of the Almanac and the older LARGE SCALE Baja Atlas, as well.



[Edited on 3-26-2007 by David K]

David K - 3-26-2007 at 03:06 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Hook
Has Landon accepted payment from people for the new version? That would be his MO.

Sorry, but I really cant trust the guy after the Baja Explorer fiasco where he ceased publication at the beginning of one year, after accepting new subscription money. I know myself and others never got a refund, despite many attempts at trying.


Landon sent all subscribers (at least I got one) a letter explaining why and how the magazine failed... He kept trying to make deals to keep it going right up to the end. In place of the subscribers not getting anything for the money they had sent, Landon arranged for another Baja publication or maybe it was two, to send copies of their Baja magazine (at no charge) to the end of the subscription period.

Landons magazines were great and I treasure my copies of the Baja Explorer and Baja Traveler magazines!

[Edited on 3-27-2007 by David K]

Barry A. - 3-26-2007 at 07:43 PM

Landon replaced my subscription to the defunct BAJA EXPLORER with a free subscription to the "BAja Sun" news paper which I renewed subsequently until it "died".

I also got a copy of the letter of explanation that David K described.

bajalou - 3-26-2007 at 08:03 PM

Didn't know who it was, but got my check back for Baja Explorer as well as referred to Baja Sun. That's a long time ago.

Baja Traveler cover (Winter 1990)

David K - 3-26-2007 at 08:09 PM



BajaTraveler-r.JPG - 44kB

Baja Explorer cover (Nov-Dec 1991)

David K - 3-26-2007 at 08:10 PM



BajaExplorer-r.JPG - 38kB

Hook - 3-26-2007 at 10:39 PM

Myself and two other I know never received anything.......no letters, no offers of other publications, no nutin'. This was after two requests in writing.

Since he clearly had our addresses for the subscription, wonder why he didn't just send us a check, despite the requests?

It appears my last issue was Mar/Apr 1992. Anybody get ones after that?

BAJACAT - 3-26-2007 at 11:02 PM

I bought two copies in T he B.Dalton Book store in Plaza Bonita, will call tomorrow to see If the have anymore

David K - 3-27-2007 at 08:46 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by BAJACAT
I bought two copies in T he B.Dalton Book store in Plaza Bonita, will call tomorrow to see If the have anymore


I would buy all they had, sell them here on Nomad, and pay for your next Baja trip that way!

Barry A. - 3-27-2007 at 09:37 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by Hook
Myself and two other I know never received anything.......no letters, no offers of other publications, no nutin'. This was after two requests in writing.

Since he clearly had our addresses for the subscription, wonder why he didn't just send us a check, despite the requests?

It appears my last issue was Mar/Apr 1992. Anybody get ones after that?


Hook------that was the last issue I received, also. I never requested any rebate, quite the contrary------I sent him a letter asking if there was anything I could do to help out------he responded with a thankyou note, and the explanatory letter, stateing that he was just out of funds. That was the end of that. I felt badly that he was not able to "make it".

It was after that that I got the free subscription to the "BAja Sun".

Hook - 3-27-2007 at 09:50 AM

Thanks, Barry.

Oh well, businesses fail. I guess I am "twice shy".

Slowmad - 3-27-2007 at 10:10 AM

Ah so...
I had forgotten about the connection between the Almanac and Traveler/Explorer.

Those latter titles, alas, seemed doomed from the start.
Dreadful art direction and a schizophrenic, utterly unfocused editorial mission made for an overall hash—at least for me.
The magazines didn't seem to know if they were for new visitors or for aficionados.
That said, the fact that they had no competition and were still shuttered speaks to two possibilities: poor management or too small a market for advertising. As a longtime fan of the Almanac, I'll give the benefit of the doubt and call it the latter.

David K, you're right and wrong on the book front.
Costs are what you spec, and like everything else in the world, you don't get what you deserve---you get what you negotiate.
Distribution is indeed the bugaboo.
The country's storage units are filled with pallets of unsellable self-published books.
Re: your Pepper reprint, perhaps you could do a little research here on Nomad.
Whilt it would be a tiny niche of a book, 500 sales at full-boogie retail would be far better than a traditonal small run of, say, 3K (a third sold at wholesale, two thirds moldering in a garage or sold to remainder jobbers.)

Now, where's that new Almanac...

bajajudy - 3-27-2007 at 11:46 AM

As book distributors, we are dismayed by the number of books that people have written about Baja that we cannot sell because of the contracts they have signed with the publishers.
If any of you want to publish a book, please get in touch with my husband, Jim, through our website listed below and let him help you.
This is THE place to sell your books but with our importation charges unless we can get a good discount we cannot sell them here. For example we have had people, whose books we really liked, tell us that they have to pay more for their books than the price we offer them.:no:

[Edited on 3-27-2007 by bajajudy]

David K - 3-27-2007 at 05:09 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Slowmad
Ah so...
I had forgotten about the connection between the Almanac and Traveler/Explorer.

Those latter titles, alas, seemed doomed from the start.
Dreadful art direction and a schizophrenic, utterly unfocused editorial mission made for an overall hash—at least for me.
The magazines didn't seem to know if they were for new visitors or for aficionados.
That said, the fact that they had no competition and were still shuttered speaks to two possibilities: poor management or too small a market for advertising. As a longtime fan of the Almanac, I'll give the benefit of the doubt and call it the latter.

David K, you're right and wrong on the book front.
Costs are what you spec, and like everything else in the world, you don't get what you deserve---you get what you negotiate.
Distribution is indeed the bugaboo.
The country's storage units are filled with pallets of unsellable self-published books.
Re: your Pepper reprint, perhaps you could do a little research here on Nomad.
Whilt it would be a tiny niche of a book, 500 sales at full-boogie retail would be far better than a traditonal small run of, say, 3K (a third sold at wholesale, two thirds moldering in a garage or sold to remainder jobbers.)

Now, where's that new Almanac...


Thanks for responding... I do have some knowledge about what is involved in publishing, I just made a simplified comment above on why it isn't easy to be successful.

The Choral Pepper book 'Baja: Missions, Mysteries, Myths' is NOT a reprint... it is a totally revised, expanded work that goes far beyond her first Baja book, that retailed for $1.95 in 1973 and sells on eBay for over $100 'Baja California: Vanished Missions, Lost Treasures, Strange Stories Tall and True'

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David K - 3-27-2007 at 05:12 PM

That 1973 book was revised in 1975... the title was altered slightly. Can anyone notice the difference?:light:

pepper-75r.JPG - 27kB

A couple of things

Baja Bernie - 3-27-2007 at 05:17 PM

Judy and Jim are right on and the comment about distribution is so right on it hurts,,,,,,,,,,,,,do you guys realize that 3,000+ books are 'published' each and every day......fighting for a piece of that is nuts. Judy and Jim carry all of my books as does Sunbelt and Amazon but the reality is that I only write and publish my books because I have this weird idea that a busy mind will not allow alzheimer to enter. It sure ain't to make money. Woops! Don't tell the IRS.

I like the idea of putting stuff on CD but I do have a vested interest in enforcing copyrights laws.

David K - 3-27-2007 at 05:22 PM

If anyone can contact Landon, have him come here to Baja Nomad. Maybe he will give his blessing to some pages being reproduced of the out of print Almanac?

He can't lose any money from sales loss IF he has NO Almanacs to sell and there is a revised edition coming soon, right?

Slowmad - 3-27-2007 at 05:23 PM

"I still have a wonderful m/s from the late Choral Pepper that she gave me. I would like to get that published before any new projects."

DK...missed that it was an orig. manu, not a reprint. Info still applies.

Slowmad - 3-27-2007 at 05:32 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by David K
That 1973 book was revised in 1975... the title was altered slightly. Can anyone notice the difference?:light:



The publisher altered the word order, screwing up the euphony (the music of the word arrangement).
Also added a ridiculous comma and deleted a needed space.
Cover photo is (arguably) an improvement, but as a retrophile, I tend to prefer the romance of the original.

David K - 3-27-2007 at 05:37 PM

Perhaps we should meet and discuss this stuff more... If it is of interest to you and you are still in the business or can help get her work out?

Here is one of the chapters from the new m/s... Note, this and other chapters is posted in the Baja Historic Interests and Literature forum...

(Please note that the editing is not complete)

posted on 8-1-2004 at 07:13 PM

THE MYSTERY OF DIAZ' GRAVE by Choral Pepper



Another chapter from Choral's manuscript 'Baja: Missions Mysteries, Myths' to share with you, about a mystery in Northern Baja from long ago and a recent search conducted by a Los Angeles policeman named Tad Robinette.

(Bruce Barber's new book, '...of Sea and Sand', has details of Barber's search and possible discovery of the Diaz Grave!)
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THE MYSTERY OF DIAZ? GRAVE

The story of Diaz? grave constitutes a classification all its own -- part history, part mystery, part myth. It will not remain that way forever, though, if Los Angeles Police Department member Tad Robinette succeeds in his quest.

Upon reading my early Baja book, Robinette got caught up in the challenge of delegating immortality to the neglected hero Melchoir Diaz. So in 1994, putting his military and law enforcement training to test, he set out to settle the Diaz question once and for all.

The explosive history of Diaz? grave first came to my attention through a letter from the late historian Walter Henderson while I was editor of Desert magazine -- ?explosive? because it refutes several hundred years of fallaciously celebrating Padre Eusebio Kino as the first white man to set foot on the west shore of the Colorado River. It was that chapter in my book that ignited Robinette?s interest.

Baja Califorina?s true first European visitor to the northern sector was Melchior Diaz, a beloved Spanish army captain dispatched in 1540 by Coronado to effect a land rendezvous with Fernando de Alarcon, whose fleet was carrying heavy supplies up the Gulf of California to assist in Coronado?s expedition in search of the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola.

It was during the depression of the early 1930s that Walter Henderson and his southern California companions cranked their Model A Ford roadster through the rock arroyos of the unpaved road that led toward San Felipe, a Mexican fishing village about 125 miles south of the border at Mexicali. At a spot a few miles beyond a window-shaped rock formation known as ?La Ventana,? they unloaded their camping gear, filled their canteens from a water tank in the rear of the car, and set out by foot.

On other of their frequent weekend safaris into Baja, if the Ford hadn?t drunk too much of their water, they often camped overnight while searching for old Spanish mines, Indian arrowheads, or whatever else adventure produced. Sometimes they found the powerful horns of a bighorn sheep arched over its bleached and sand-pitted skull. At other times they heard the screeching wail of a wild cat or caught the fleeting shadow of a mule deer high up in the Sierras. If a covey of quail flushed from a sparse clump of desert greasewood, they knew that water was nearby. Sometimes they found the spring; most often they did not. Water is elusive in this rugged, raw land and rarely does it surface in a logical and accessible spot.

But on this cool day in April they were lucky. The Model A had behaved well and used less water than usual and they had managed to drive as far as the foot of the Sierra Pintos with only three punched tires. Henderson had long fostered a yen to find a way into a canyon oasis he had heard about from another man named Henderson (Randall, the founder of Desert magazine) who had described an oasis where native blue palms rose above huge granite basins of water stored from mountain runoffs after storms.

As it turned out, they had hiked too far south. Baja California was only crudely mapped in those days and the Mexican woodcutters who supplied ironwood for ovens to bake the tortillas of Mexicali and Tijuana had not yet been forced this far below the border, so there was no one to give Henderson and his party directions.

Throughout the entire Arroyo Grande and Arroyo Tule watershed, they had found no sign of man -- just twisted cacti writhing across the sandy ground, occasional stubby tarote trees, and lizards basking in the sun. On both sides of the wide arroyo up which they hiked, jumbled boulders stuck like knobs to the mountainsides. In some areas the mountains were the deep, dark red of an ancient lava flow, in other sectors they were granite, bleached as white as the sand in the wash.

When night fell, the hikers unrolled their sleeping bags, built an ironwood fire and fell asleep while watching the starry spectacle overhead. In Baja?s clear air, the stars appeared low enough to mingle with their campfire smoke.

At dawn, they brewed a pot of coffee, refried their beans from the night before, and tore hunks of sourdough from a loaf carried by one of the men in his pack. There was no hurry. They had all day to explore as long as they kept moving back in the general direction of their car.

Late in the afternoon, after hiking across a range of hills, they came upon a curious pile of rocks set back a short distance from the edge of a steep ravine. For miles around there had been no other signs of human life, neither modern nor ancient. The pile was nearly as tall as a man and twice as long as it was high. The base was oval and the general shape of the structure resembled a haystack. The stones were rounded rather than sharp-edged, and although the ground in the vicinity was not littered with them, Henderson and his companions figured that they had been gathered at great labor from the general area.

They lifted a rock and turned it over. It was dark on the top, light colored underneath. The dark coating acquired by rocks in the desert is called desert varnish. It is caused by a capillary action of the sun drawing moisture out of the rock. The dark deposit is left from minerals in the water. In an arid region where rainfall is practically nil, desert varnish takes hundreds of years to form. The fact that these rocks were all coated by desert varnish on the top indicated that they had remained in their positions for a very, very long time.

The men were tempted to investigate further, but it was the end of April, when the dangerous red rattlers of Baja California come out of hibernation, so they contented themselves with speculation. The pile of rocks provided an inviting recess for these reptiles and the men were unarmed.

The rock pile stood close to the edge of a narrow ravine that twisted down from the hills over which they had descended. The site was not visible from the surrounding country so it obviously was not intended as a landmark. That it was a grave, they felt certain, even though it was an unusually elaborate structure for its isolated situation. Baja California natives have always conscientiously buried corpses found in remote countryside, but usually the grave is simply outlined with a series of rocks rather than built up man-high like a monument. Whoever lay beneath this rock pile was obviously revered by his companions who must have numbered more than a few in order to erect it.

Tilted against one end of the rock pile was an ancient piece of weathered ironwood nearly a yard long and as thick as a man?s thigh. If a smaller crosspiece had been lashed to it to form a cross, the addition had long ago eroded away. Ironwood, Olneya tesota, is a tall spreading tree found only in washes of hot desert areas in the Southwest. Its wood is brittle, very hard and heavy, and it burns with a slow, hot flame. Mexican woodcutters have all but depleted the desert of it in recent years, but during the 1930s when Henderson discovered the mysterious grave, it still was conceivable that the heavy log could have been found close enough to drag to the graveside.

By this time the sun was falling low in the mountains behind them, so the men left the pile of stones and hurried on across the desert to reach their car before nightfall. They never had occasion to return.

Two years later, however, the memory of the mysterious pile of rocks rose to taunt Henderson and continued to do so for the rest of his life.

The Narratives of Castaneda had been translated into English and a copy had fallen into his hands. When he came upon a passage that read ?? on a height of land overlooking a narrow valley, under a pile of rocks, Melchior Diaz lies buried,? he would have known immediately that he had found the lost grave of this Spanish hero except for the fact that Pedro de Castaneda, who traveled as a scribe for Coronado, believed that Diaz was buried on the opposite side of the Colorado River. However, Castaneda wrote his manuscript twenty years after it had happened and, since he was with Coronado rather than with Diaz, his only authority was hearsay.

Melchoir Diaz would have been completely ignored by history had it not been for the exploits of Fernando de Alarcon, who had been fitted out with two vessels and sent up the Gulf of California by Viceroy Mendoza to support Coronado?s land expedition. A rendezvous had been arranged at which time the land forces were to pick up supplies that Alarcon would bring by sea. As Coronado and his forces moved north, however, their guides led them further and further toward what is now New Mexico, and away from the Gulf where they were to meet Alarcon. When Alarcon arrived at a lush valley near an Indian village far east of the Gulf, he established a camp and dispatched Melchoir Diaz westward with a forty-man patrol mounted on his best horses to search for Alarcon?s ships and make a rendezvous on the Gulf.

Diaz, traveling west, arrived about 100 miles above the Gulf on the bank of the Colorado River. There he learned from an Indian who had helped drag Alarcon?s boats through the tidal bore that Alarcon had been there, but was now down river and had left a note on a marked tree near where the river emptied into the Gulf.

Diaz then marched south for three days until he came to the marked tree. At the foot of it he dug up an earthenware jug with contained letters, a copy of Alarcon?s instructions, and a record of the nautical expedition?s discoveries up to that point.

Knowing now that Alarcon was returning to Mexico, Diaz retraced his steps up the river to what is now Yuma, Arizona, where he forded the river. The trail through Sonora by which he had come north took his army far inland from the sea. In the event that Alarcon still lingered in the area, Diaz hoped that by following down the West Coast of the Gulf his men might be able to stay closer to the shore and thus sight the ships.

Marching southward from the present Yuma where they had crossed the Colorado, Diaz and his men came upon Laguna de los Volcanoes, about thirty miles south of Mexicali. It is from this point that the narrative grows vague, except for the historical account of Diaz? fatal injury and subsequent burial.

The injury occurred one day when a dog from an Indian camp chased the sheep that accompanied his troops. Angered Diaz threw his lance at the dog from his running horse. Unable to halt the horse, he ran upon the lance that had upended in the sand in such a fashion that it shafted him through the thigh, rupturing his bladder.
References vary as to how long he lived following the accident. Castenada reported that Diaz lived for several days only, carried on a litter by his men under difficult conditions over rough terrain.

Castaneda?s report may be flawed. Not only did he write it twenty years after the fact, but his report was based on hearsay evidence since he was with Coronado in what is now New Mexico and not along the Colorado with Diaz. A more modern historian, Baltasar de Obregon, wrote that Diaz lived for a month following the accident. Herbert Bolton, the distinguished California historian, wrote that after crossing the Colorado River on rafts, Diaz and his troops made five or six day-long marches westward before turning back after Diaz? injury.
If Bolton?s information relative to the days that they marched is correct, and if Castaneda is accurate relative to the number of days Diaz lived after the accident, Diaz is buried on the West Coast of the Gulf. If he lived for a month, however, his grave very likely lies on the Sonora coast. This has never been established, although historians have searched fruitlessly for the grave on the East Coast of the Gulf for several centuries.

So convinced was Henderson that he had found Diaz? grave that he proposed an investigation to the Mexican consul in Los Angeles. He was received politely enough, but turned away with the deluge of problems his suggestion encountered. He was told that to conform to Mexican law of that time his search party must consist of from two to four soldiers, an historian with official status, a guide to show them where they wanted to go, a cook to feed them, and mules and saddles so the Mexican officials ?would not have to walk or carry packs on their backs like common peons.?
In addition, the party would have to include someone to put the mules to bed and saddle them, a muleteer, and a security guard to protect Diaz? helmet, leather armor, blunderbuss, broadsword, coins, jewelry and whatever else of value accompanied the skeleton in the grave. All this was to be paid for by Henderson. A further stipulation stated that if the area turned out to be too dangerous or rough for the retinue involved, regardless of expense incurred, Henderson would be obliged to call off the whole thing and turn back.

This, during those years of the depression, was out of the question for Henderson, or just about anyone else. In later years the rigors of such a trip for Henderson were too great. Faced with those complications, he ultimately went to his own grave never having solved the mystery of Diaz, but haunted throughout life by the memory of that mysterious pile of rocks. So Diaz sleeps, a neglected hero while Mexicans and Americans alike pay homage to the prevalent belief that Padre Eusebio Kino was the first white man to come ashore on the west side of the Colorado River.

Now that Baja has come into its own as a popular destination, the present government might be more amenable to investigating the gravesite if it can be found. According to Henderson?s directions, a line drawn on the hydrographic chart of the Gulf of California from Sharp Peak (31?22? N. Lat., elevation 4,690,115?10? W. Long) to an unnamed peak of 2,948 feet, N 25? E from Sharp peak (about twelve miles away) will roughly follow the divide of a range separating the watershed that flows to the sea. Somewhere near the center of that line, plunging down the westerly slope, is a rather deep rock-strewn arroyo. On the north rim of this arroyo, and set back a short distance, is a small mesa-like protrudence, or knob of land. There may be a number of arroyos running parallel. It is on one of these where the land falls away to the west that the rock pile overlooks the arroyo. That was as close as Henderson was able to identify it on a map.

On one of my flights with Gardner in the 1960s, as we flew over land and water to Sierra Pinto, some thirty-two land-miles north of San Felipe, I looked for a rugged ravine plunging down from the east side of Cerro del Borrego, a peak north of the present intersections of Highways 5 and 3, but even the practiced eyes of pilot Francisco Munoz, who circled the area several times, were not sharp enough to etch a rock-covered grave out of the colorless land. We did detect a dirt road about ten miles south of the La Ventana marker on modern maps that led into ruins of an old mine called La Fortuna. That may have been where Henderson and his friends left their Model A Ford and initiated their hike.

So much for my treasure hunting competence!

But if any reader has ever doubted the efficiency of an L.A.P.D. cop, put your mind at rest. I have dealt with many treasure hunters, professional and otherwise, but never have I encountered an equal in systematic persistence to Tad Robinette. Because of his intensive approach toward solving this mystery, I shall recount it in detail as he reported to me.

Consistent with law enforcement training, Robinette?s modus operandi depended upon finding a good topographical map of an area relatively unmapped in Henderson?s day. After a series of long-distance calls around the United States, he finally located a store in North Carolina that stocked Mexican topo maps. Within weeks, he had a collection of the best on the market. They were helpful, but obviously not the map that Henderson had consulted. That one, Robinette determined, was probably a hydrographic map detailing the Gulf of California area north of San Felipe, since no detailed land maps had been made at that time. The hunt then began for a hydrographic chart dated prior to 1950.

At about this time Robinette learned of a library in the basement of the Los Angeles Natural History Museum that contained old maps, including hydrographic charts. Access, by appointment only, was arranged through the curator. Robinette arrived at his appointed time, was escorted through two sets of double doors, and then turned loose in a basement room lined with volume upon volume of obscure books, old magazines, and stacked layers of professional papers. He came upon a map section. No numbering system was used. The maps were haphazardly placed in drawers. By chance he found a small collection of hydro maps dated between 1880 and1930. Among them was a copy of the very map used by Henderson denoting the same peaks and elevations.

Because nothing could be removed from that library, Robinette made notes to facilitate ordering a copy directly from the archives in Washington, D.C. Three months later he possessed it.

He then painstakingly coordinated grids provided by Henderson?s recollections superimposed upon modern detailed topo maps, geological surveys, historical records of the Coronado expedition, and the projected distance for a day?s march. This way he identified the most likely areas for exploration.

It wasn?t until 1998, however, that Robinette had accumulated enough information and time off work to convince him that a personal expedition was worthwhile. Then, limited to two days that included the drives back and forth to Los Angeles, he got a good look at the ?lay of the land? south of the border, but not much else.

His second trek, a year later, lasted for three days. This time he was rewarded by a fine rosy quartz vein, some spectacular sunrises, and a lot of mountain climbing experience, but he did not find the grave.

Trek Number Three had to be postponed until the year 2000. Then, accompanied by his partner on the beat, Jamie Cortes, they attacked the landslides, the defiles, and the cactus-covered lava mountains with vigor. During this trip they scoured the mid-section of the area Robinette had designated on his map. On the last day they had an encouraging break. They had come upon a low range of rolling hills after descending from Arroyo Grande that matched Henderson?s recollection. But their time was up. The Los Angeles Police Department call to duty waits for no man.

So now we come to Trek Number Four. This time a third partner, Paul Dean, joined the hunt. Unfortunately, the promising ?low range of rolling hills? failed to keep its promise.

After exceeding the limits of exploration, Robinette had initially projected on his maps, time ran out again. Tired and discouraged, the party was straggling along a rough route in the direction of the car they had left behind when they came upon an unexpected pass that would have provided Henderson?s party, as well as their own, a lower and easier route back to the La Ventana area where their car was parked. This appeared at the end of their allotted time, of course -- the destined fate of most treasure hunts! So they made a haphazard survey and left, promising themselves a return next year.

As I have written before, I?ll write again, ?Adventuring in Baja is like a Navajo rug with the traditional loose thread left dangling. To finish the rug would be to kill it. As long as it is unfinished, its spirit is still alive.? Now who wants to kill adventure? Certainly not Tad Robinette. Nor do I.

So, as Robinette ended his report to me, I?ll end this book, ?To be continued??

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Baja is filled with these wonderful stories that inspires exploration and discovery. Thanks to Choral for giving me the ability to share this with fellow Baja enthusiasts! See http://ChoralPepper.com

David K - 3-27-2007 at 05:41 PM

If any of you Baja history nuts are reading that chapter for the first time, I have the original letter from Henderson to Pepper with directions...:cool: