Bob H
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Bahia de Los Angeles in 1967
I came across this youtube video of BOLA in 1967. Pretty neat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORbyAWGIBc4&feature=relat...
And yet another video from the same guy 20 years later (late 80's). Very interesting stuff.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jV1Ly217dis&feature=mfu_i...
The SAME boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you are made of NOT the circumstance.
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I wish I could have been there then.
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David K
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1967 was the year I first went to L.A. Bay... we stayed at Casa Diaz (the only game in town... well Diaz' was pretty much the town along with some
turtle fishermen and Dick Daggett's shop! I will take a look at the video... thanks Bob for posting it!
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Days gone by! Truly we all wish for the old days!
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Those Good Old Days
The Turtle Fishermen ?
Those WERE the Days. Feasting on Turtle and Totouva in Abundance.
Yum.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by MrBillM
The Turtle Fishermen ?
Those WERE the Days. Feasting on Turtle and Totouva in Abundance.
Yum. |
Yes MrBillM!
I preferred the slices of whale fat cooked in my George Foreman Grill.......with mayo .
Turtles I remember being plentiful over in the Mexican Rivera....one be lucky to see any these days. I guess that George Foreman Grill has done
unprecedented damage to our seas.
Old people are like the old cars, made of some tough stuff. May show a little rust, but good as gold on the inside.
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Larry Hahn has excellent BOLA pics and stories from flying there 50 years ago, $3 a nite then, check his great website mybajadreams.
formerly Ordained in Rev. Ewing\'s Church by Mail - busted on tax fraud.......
Now joined L. Ron Hoover\'s church of Appliantology
\"Remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over....\"
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I was checking out those two Youtube videos when I found this one. It is pre 1960 Bahia de Los Angeles, original camera work by Ivan Hofmann, a local
still!
I loved it, and I think you will too.
P>*)))>{
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1bJDreMLzw
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Bahia de L.A., Summer of 1967, by Jeep
1967 Baja Trip Report (to L.A. Bay)
I am not sure if it was here or on Amigos I first posted this story... But, it has been awhile ago and with so many new Nomads, what the heck?
40 years ago in the summer of 1967, my parents and I (I was not quite 10 yet) took our Jeep Wagoneer to L.A. Bay via San Felipe, Gonzaga and Calamajue
Canyon...
Here's the trip story:
All these wonderful trip reports and 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 lake bed, 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 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 Desengaņo we stopped to examine the several adobe buildings from this 1930's gold mine. 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 Seņora 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 Muņoz, 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 Muņoz 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'. 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. 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, 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' log book 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 trip, 35 years ago... and very fresh in my mind. Getting there was only HALF the adventure!
The return trip abruptly changed, just a mile or two from Casa Diaz. My dad decided not to return 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 (older 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 Muņoz 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. Muņoz' plane on its southbound leg to Mulege and Puerto Vallarta. I think Muņoz gave my dad a tour of Puerto Vallarta before
the return flight. Anyway, on the return flight north, Francisco Muņoz invited my dad to sit up front, in the co-pilot's chair. Concerned over my
mom's decision to drive north over the dreaded 'Gonzaga Grades', Captain Muņoz 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 failure, 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 which 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 mom and dad for giving me Baja Fever!
Photo of me in my army/camping clothes at the Calamajue Canyon entrance, Daggett Gold Mill, in 1967:
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Hell yes...we need stories like this! Txs David for the entertainment.
Two questions:
'Okie Landing', a sport fishing camp with some palapas and an ice house built in a cave.
Is the cave still there?
and
Do you still wear an adult version of the uniform? :-)
Old people are like the old cars, made of some tough stuff. May show a little rust, but good as gold on the inside.
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Best Mexican Meal EVER
Back, in 1972 at Alfonsina's on Gonzaga Bay.
Feasting on a HUGE Helping of Totouva and Sea Turtle steaks caught fresh that day along with a "tiny" portion of Instant Mashed Potatoes and an
equally small dab of Canned Corn. Both of the latter actually costing money and having to be hauled in. Washed down with plenty of those "slightly"
Cool Little Brown-Bottled Coronas.
Those WERE the Days.
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Those squat brown bottles of Corona are in a sense, a dirty little secret, in that among Mexican beers of the day, it was the equivalent of Old
Milwaukee or worse. The geniuses at the brewery were able to determine that changing the packaging and spending some pesos on marketing..... Well you
know what happened.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by mcfez
Hell yes...we need stories like this! Txs David for the entertainment.
Two questions:
'Okie Landing', a sport fishing camp with some palapas and an ice house built in a cave.
Is the cave still there?
and
Do you still wear an adult version of the uniform? :-) |
1) Not sure, haven't driven in.
2) Umm, no...
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