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Skipjack Joe
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It's funny how you think this has only happened to you and you realize so many of us have experienced it.
I had a very similar experience at Pt. Abrejos about 10 years ago. I camped on a flat along the shores of Laguna Bocana enjoying great fishing. There
was a new moon. The tide was coming up daily but I figured I still had a day left before it would flood the flat. Suddenly I woke up to the sound of
rain on the roof of my van. It was still dark and by the time dawn came the flat had turned to mud. Then the tide come up and turned the flat to still
softer mud.
We hitchhiked to Abreojos and found someone who would tow us out at a price of $50. We drove back to my van in a 4X4 and proceeded to get his rig
stuck also. We spent the entire day digging him out unsuccessfully. My wife made pancakes and fed us while the guys continued digging. Finally, he
hitched back to town for the night and we stayed in the car. The tide came up to the hubcaps as we sat on our 'island'.
The following day he showed up again and told us for another $50 he would summon up a road grader to help us out. This guy did not want any part of
these flats. We tied ropes together (about 100 yds) from his grader to first the jeep and then my van and pulled us out. The ropes kept breaking and
we were going to quit when suddenly my van popped out of the mud and I remember skidding across the mud flat as the grader pulled us full bore.
A great memory, but at the time we were plenty worried.
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pappy
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was that rain from chubasco hester(the molester)? if so we were about half way in on the road to abreojos at about 1:30 am when the chit hit the
fan-hard.we stopped and rode it out in the landcruise.at first light we opened the doors to get out and were swamped! the road was something of a
river and the dry riverbed( that parallels the road and empties out around campo rene) was RAGING! looked like whit water rapids of the colorado or
something.we had to camp out on the road for a couple of days until it subsided enough to cross-even then it was waist deep and about 200 yards wide
and flowing pretty good.ended up helping some locals get unstuck on the other side of the river-well worth it as the waves. fishing and weather were
just about all time!
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Taco de Baja
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I remember a time, probably around 1985 in my dad's new 1984 Chevy pick-up. We were exploring the pacific coast between Canoas and Blanca. it was
towards the end of the day and we were looking for a place to set up camp, and came to a fork in the road. One branch headed onto the beach, and the
other went inland to skirt a large drainage. We decided to take the beach "short-cut" route.
All was well until we got to the other end of the beach and the "road" went up onto the cobbles, to connect with the real road on the hard pack on the
bluff above the beach. Beneath the cobbles, unknown to us were layers of seaweed. The seaweed turned into grease and the cobble into ball bearings.
We were quickly stuck buried up to the axels, even though we hit it at ramming speed.
As we were assessing the situation, we noticed the tide was coming in! We had no winch, just picks and shovels, so we began to dig ourselves out.
Some surfers came by on the inland road and watched the stupid gringos get unstuck. Eventually, through digging and rocking the truck we were able to
back out with the waves lapping on the tires and hot foot it back the way we came.
Moral of the story, be careful of short cuts, and stay off the cobbles.
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Mike Humfreville
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What a great thread!
A group of us spent a lot of time in the vicinity of San Felipe in the ?60?s and early ?70?s. Somewhere in there I bought my first 4WD vehicle, La
Tortuga, a TLC FJ-40. Back then the beach south of town was wide open and we?d race into the flats when the tide was out and drive to the ?Point? and
Punta digs about 6 miles down the beach. The configuration of the beach changed there, at the Point, and we had to climb some gentle dunes and would
arrive at the top of a bluff about a hundred feet over the water. It was a lot like it is today.
There was a small track that led down to the beach on the south side of the Point. It was steep and gnarly and I wasn?t very experienced but we tried
it anyway. Going down was the easy part of course and we arrived at the shoreline with absolutely no problem and continued our trek south and the
tide was coming in and we discovered that there really are different compositions of sand, water and other unknown-to-us-then influential factors.
There is some variable in the sand south of the point at San Felipe that we experienced that day. My guess would be decomposed sea shells that
integrated with the sand granules. I?ll never know but we got stuck big time and spent hours digging out. Several folks gathered ?round to help us
get out of a bad situation before we got swamped. And we got out a lick ahead of the advancing water.
I?ve always thought fondly back at that time, before I understood that there are many types of sand and other influences. Since then I?ve gathered
many more experiences to add to the rue and I know now at least a little more than I did then. The size of the sand granules, the percentage of water
intermixed with them either from rain, tide, or humidity, the intermixtures of other elements like sea shells, common dirt, birdchit, who knows what,
all add their influence and can cause a variation in what we get.
So we got out that day, with some help from new friends, and headed thankfully back to town for more beer. In our efforts to dig ourselves out of the
soft sand, we had forgotten the last obstacle. At the base of the hill we had descended at the Point we stopped to scope out the climb and figure how
to build the attack. I made several attempts, getting no more than halfway to the top. We?d drop back to the beach and try again and again with no
greater luck. I was beginning to think we?d have to spend the night there and we were watching a number of other vehicles, Baja Bugs mostly, with
only 2WD just seemingly walk to the top with no problems. What was I doing wrong? I kept wondering, knowing that I was not the most experienced
driver in this world. One guy, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally wandered over.
?Hey, buddy. Let some air out.?
So I listened and did. I had airplane slicks on the Land Cruiser. The FJ-40 is a heavy vehicle but I took my pal?s advice seriously. We dropped the
air down, way down, to 7 lbs per tire. We walked out of that pit and dropped back to the sand on the north side of the Point and drifted back to San
Felipe in time for dinner and a roaring campfire where we reviewed the day?s events and began to understand, at our young and aggressive ages, that we
really didn?t know everything.
At least not yet anyway. Thanks for the tip, buddy.
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mcgyver
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Whatever you do don't panic
You guys are just too much! OH wishes for a movie camera! I know a person who I wish would tell his story of 8 hours in the mud at Las Amimas!
One of my worst stucks came from reading a book about the Oregon Trail, it seems that the old timers would dig a trench around a sidehill and put
the wagon wheel in lt, shift the load to the high side and go on!
Well up N of the San Martir park road there is a Mt. Named Cerro Blanco and a trail or very old road ran to it and some old adobe buildings and a
mine. I had permission to be on the ranch and a hand drawn map to follow with my Samauri, I had to build some crossings on washes and mark my way
through some thick willows in the bottoms with pink tape but after a few hours I was within sight of my destination! Only one thing, there was a side
hill that was the only way possible to get there and it was very steep! So I got out my spade and started digging a trench around the hill to put the
tires in,
The dirt was a little loose with small rocks and very dry but I thought I could make it, I loaded everything to the drivers side and took off in 4WD,
made it to about 20ft from safe ground and spun out and strated sliding backwards toward a very deep drop off! I declutched locked the brakes and
started to jump when it dug deep enough in the loose dirt to stop with the rear down the slope, I jumped anyway! I had about 250' of climbing rope
and 100' of big nylon so I tried jrb's trick and tied it around the rollbar and door post and just barely had enough to reach up hill to an outcrop of
bedrock and wrap the rope around it and pile big rocks on the upper side, done some digging and blocking and gave it the slingshot try and made about
8' but gained about 3'up hill, after numerous tries I got around it and went on to the old mine. Not wanting to chance a return trip across it, I
started out an old trail that led to the road much father north than I had came in on! But I did not have permission to be on that ranch and the old
lady that owned it had warned me to stay off! I went across her ranch any way and found the gates unlocked and just at dark as I was opening her gate
to the park road here she came! I thought she was going to shoot me and then call the federales but after cussing me for about 15 minutes she waved
her old shot gun at me and said vamosse! , Andale! so I did! Lucked out again!
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Mexitron
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Good story mcgyver! Was that Cerro Venado Blanco you were heading too? Did you access the road from Hwy 3 or the SPM road?
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David K
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Thank you for a great and exciting story Max!
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mcgyver
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Thanks David! Mexitron, I came off SPM road, increadible view north into the river bottom, I later tried to come up the river from Colonet but
locked gates and high water defeited me.I was living in San Telmo at the time and knew all the locals and got to go places the average passer by would
not get access to, This is the same time I got stuck in the river and the time that the pack train of mules met the MT. Lion, I posted those a long
time ago.
I love other peoples stuck storys!!!
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Neal Johns
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Baja's Shell Island Adventure (1980)
This has been posted, but I see some new names.....
I had discovered the remote Baja beach (now named Shell Island by David K) poking around the area the year before in my Land Cruiser. The two-track
off the old road between San Felipe and Puertecitos had looked inviting, so I took it. My religion is simple, if you pass a desert side road without
taking it, God will get you! After a few miles, we (my girlfriend and I) arrived on the edge of a muddy lagoon separating some sand dunes from the
mainland. We had lunch while we tried to decide whether to drive through the mud or not. We could see that the two-track continued but my chicken
blood was running into my brain. Just then a Jeep passed us with a smirk, and drove on through to the dunes. That was it! No darn Jeep can show up a
Land Cruiser! We crossed with no problems even if our Tru-Traks (remember TruTraks? The BFG?s of yesteryear) clogged up.
Surprise! There was a pristine beach on the other side of the dunes with no one in sight except way down south. Hundreds of shells littered the beach
and we had lots of time to look at them because for every revolution of the tires, we moved forward about two feet. Airing down the tire pressure
helped but there was still a lot of slippage. After camping the night, we went on to other things.
Move the clock up a year and I am poking around Baja with two buddies, one with a Jeep CJ-5 and the other in another Land Cruiser. Nightfall
approached and I declared "I know a great place to camp!". It took us a while to get there and it was dark with no moon. The lagoon was full and the
two-track disappeared under the water. Said I: " No problem, I have been here before and if you stay on the track, there won't be any problem, just
follow me". That's when things started to go terribly wrong.
I took off in low range with the two guys behind me and things went OK until the unseen underwater "road" bent right, and I didn't. I started to bog
down and screamed the infamous words "Pass me on the right!" just before I got stuck. The Jeep did so and went two more car lengths before he got
stuck. We heard on the CB the other Land Cruiser say he was stopping. There was a loud silence before they started cursing at me. The other Land
Cruiser was stuck also. The Jeep had a winch on the front bumper which was of little use because we were behind him. I had a small portable winch
which we hooked up to his trailer hitch on the Jeep to pull him backwards a ways. As the winch owner, they let me stand in the foot of brackish water
and operate the controls. What could go wrong, it was only 12 volts? My screams told the others that the kickback voltage from the motor windings was
more that 12 volts and that experiment quickly ended. Next, we broke out the Hi-Lift jacks and pushed some large jack boards down into the mud without
moving the Land Cruiser upward. By that time it was midnight and we decided to sleep in the vehicles until daylight. They didn't sleep too well
because they thought the rising tide would bury them alive. A few crabs in the water and mud did little to calm their fears.
The next day?s vista was very informative. If we had continued straight the way we were going, we would have been in the unseen mud flat on the edge
of the dunes which was much worse that where we were. Guess we missed that right turn. We fooled around some more with the Hi-Lifts to no avail and
then turned our efforts to the Land Cruiser closest to the mainland. By burying the spare tire in the mud and using a come-along puller, we got him
out about noon. We drove back to San Felipe and tried to hire the large wheeled war-surplus boat launching vehicles to come and pull us out. No luck,
they had to remain there to pull the boats out. We then had to decide which would be better, a 400 foot rope, or some planks to serve as railroad
tracks. Eight foot long, two inch by twelve inch planks were decided upon and we went to the lumberyard on the main drag. They sawed them to length by
hand and we loaded six of them on the Land Cruiser fenders/running boards.
Back at the lagoon in the late afternoon, we set to work getting the Jeep out. For some reason, they vetoed getting my vehicle out first. We pounded
nails into the boards and bent them over to give more traction to the soon to be muddy "railroad tracks" and started to work. Using the boards as
giant jack boards for the Hi-Lift, we managed to get the wheels started up on four "tracks" and laid two more boards behind them. The plan was to go
like heck backwards until the Jeep ran out of track and then pray. We must not have prayed to the right Gods because as soon as the Jeep got off the
boards it would go only about 50 feet, and had no steering control whatever. Oh well, only 350 feet to go. The boards that we could manhandle and lift
so easily early on, took on a life of their own toward the second midnight. The suction from the mud on a heavy eight foot by 12 inch board was all we
could overcome toward the end. We got the Jeep out at midnight and my former friends camped on the warm, dry, sand and informed me that "if" they were
around the next morning, "maybe" they would help me out.
The next morning, the water had gone down a little and we started on my Land Cruiser. Around dark, we and our aching backs had it almost out so we
quit and they again camped in tents on the sand while I spent another night in the Land Cruiser. The next day after a little more work, we all headed
for San Felipe.
We checked into Ruben's Camp where we proceeded to wash off the six inches of mud onto the gravel driveway. We got a few funny looks, but it was a
rustic campo at that time so we got away with it. When queried as to where we got the mud, we just shook our head and said "south". A few months
later, my former friends presented me with a tee shirt that said "Pass me on the right!"
My motto:
Never let a Dragon pass by without pulling its tail!
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Pucker Power
I doubt that this is a common practice today. Back in the sixties,
seventies and eighties whan I was working for the Forest Service (in
CA, not Baja) many of the trips into the woods, at least for us
engineering types, required that we drive through road construction
zones, Now the mountains of Central California consist largely of,
bedrock, boulders, you name it. Most times the road construction
required dynamite and/or an ammonium nitrate and fuel oil mixture
(ANFO) to be used to remove the rock. Usually our travels would take
us miles beyond these areas. choices? either drive over these "loaded
holes" or walk a few miles to accomplish our tasks.
The choice invariably was to drive, never just the driver, but everyone
in the vehicle, over those explosives. Being macho? Probably just
wanting to get home in time for dinner, who knows. I was never totally
convinced that it was safe, but I never turned down the opportunity.
I never heard of anyone being injured because of this practice, but the
potential was sure there.
\"I think it would be a good idea.\"
-- Mahatma Gandhi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization
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David K
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Yes Virginia, it is an island!
Before the elevated causeway and bridge was built (about 1984), I had a simular experience. I was in my new 1980 Subaru and the Shell Island access
'road' was underwater (a bit).
Well, the rule is put your tires in the deepest water because that was the most compacted mud, slightly lower than the rest of the mud flats.
IT WAS NIGHT, no moon... I drifted a foot off the compacted track into muck that was as drivable as a bowl of hot oatmeal!
I slept in the car that night. The next morning I sloshed to the beach and searched and the 4WD gods were kind and provided a nice plank of wood.
A couple times jacking up and pushing over the Suby, and I drove out and onto the glorious sand of Shell Island!
Note: The elevated causeway is about all melted down after 20 years of tidal erosion and we must slosh across the mud flats once again if it is a full
or new moon. Hey, I wouldn't call it an island if you didn't have to cross water to get to it! 
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Mike Humfreville
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Essence
This is a thread to remember. Print it out and read it ten years from now. Or tomorrow. It's worthy and timeless.
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Taco de Baja
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Stories to remember
Yes these are good stories and ones we should all read, and remember so that we do not repeat the same mistakes.
Perhaps Mexitron could post the story about he and my parents crossing the river without first walking it to check the depth......
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mcgyver
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What ever You Do Don't Panic
Ok Mexitron, You had to mention rivers Repost)
Not many of them run in Baja but the San Telmo does, especialy during irregation season on the farms. My wife and I were living at the El Bramadero
Lodge on the big hill east of the village and had a wonderful view of the river valley both east and west, sitting out on the shady east side in the
afternoon with a cool drink and watching my farming neighbors finishing their work days was a pleasure. Some of them lived on the north side of the
river and there is a dirt road that leaves the park road and goes across the river to ranchos north and east of the crossing. It adveraged about
runningboard deep to a pickup and had a steep bank on the north side so a regular car sometime had trouble both with the depth and steep spot so it
was entertaining when a stranger or someone who was barracho tried it and hit a deep hole right at the steep spot. Some of them gals would not get
their sunday clothes wet! There was a farmer who lived about 3 miles away with a big JD tractor who ended up getting most of the calls for
help,especialy at night. On the weekends it was very popular to park in the middle of the river and wash your truck or car. I had never been across it
and had only pulled cars back to the south side when they where drownded out, but I had enough rope I never put my Samarui in the river! So one day
having been to Valladres and gotten red mud all over it I decided to go down to the river and wash it like everyone else did. All went well, I drove
out to the middle ( It was about 100' wide) and washed it, the water that day was about to the bottom of the door frame. Finishing the wash I decided
not to cross the river and go up the steep bank but to do a U turn, well the bottom where I was had rock cobbles, I had no ideal that it was not all
rock bottomed! So I cranked up and started to make a big circle, about 90* into the turn the bottom fell out, the front end dropped down to where the
water was just below the carb and air intake and over the fan, it stopped there but would not stay running because of the water thrown back by the
fan. I jumped out and went to the front to see how deep it was and NO ROCKS , just sand and that was washing away from under the front tires and it
was slowly sinking nose first. No one was around so I started hiking it to San Telmo hopeing to get help before the carb and insturment panel went
under. Just as I got to the park road a little car with 4 UNLV students came over the hill and stopped, I pointed out the Samarui to then in the river
about 1/2 mile away and they said no problem! I had to hang on the outside the car was so small but when we got to the river they just got out and
waded in and picked up the front and set it back on the rocks and pushed me to the bank, a little WD-40 and it started ok. I offered them money and
cerveza and they all took a cerveza and asked me about the Park. I gave them the name of the ranger on duty and told them to be sure and look him up
when they got there for a good camping spot. I went down to the hiway and called the park and told my friend to take care of them, he said he would
put them up in a nice cabin for free, I'll bet they were surprised to get the VIP treatment. I was not at home when they returned and never got their
names. But I learned about river crossings in Baja!
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Mron and Nancy Smith, and I, were driving up the SPM road in March, 1993, after that El Nino winter, looking for wildflowers. The road makes one last
crossing over the Rio San Telmo before heading up to the Meling Ranch. The river was running, about 100 yds wide, but didn't look too deep, so off we
went across.....no problem until we got about 10 yds from the other side when the river became deeper and the bottom went soft on us....we were
stuck!!
Myron's Chevy was a deisel and even though the tailpipe was below water it kept running--just like an outboard motor. We climbed out of the truck
windows and surveyed the scene--we were right in the path of the strongest current. Myron, thinking quickly, started cutting brush and we attempted
to redirect the current by making a line of brush stakes....we tried this for about an hour, and it helped to some degree, but the fact was that we
were stuck, it was 3pm, and it looked like the truck was l starting to sink. So we decided that I should hike back to the ranch about 6 miles back to
get help....off I went.
I reached the ranch after dark....what a sight it must have been to see a gringo wandering around the ranch huts looking for help! I finally found
some caballeros with a tractor, but it had no lights and they didn't want to take it out after dark...but they thought maybe they could pull us out
with their toyota. So we drove back to the river, Myron and Nancy relieved that I was not lost wandering somewhere. We tied the Chevy to the Toyota
and gave a yank, but nothin doin. The Mexicanos said they would come back in the morning with the tractor.
Well, we pitched a tent, ate some dinner, and wondered how deep the truck would be by morning....but what could we do? Wait. We managed to get to
sleep but about midnight it began to rain and we could hear the waves in the river getting bigger....well, we didn't sleep much the rest of the
night.....
At daybreak, we were relieved to find the Chevy deeper, but the engine still above water. True to their word, the caballeros came back with the
tractor and a couple extra friends in the Toyota. Myron got in the Chevy to see if the engine had been flooded over night, but damn if that old
deisel didn't start right up! We hooked up the towline to the tractor and gave it a go but it wouldn't budge, so everybody got behind the Chevy and
pushed--still no go! So we hooked up the Toyota to the tractor and finally!!! The truck came out!
We gave the Mexicanos some rum and money and thanked them profusely--great guys.
The truck drove home just fine but I think Myron had to take in about three times that year to get all the sand cleaned out of the transmission.
We've always checked the water depth when crossing rivers since.
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exciting stories!!!
what a thread of exciting stories for an armchair traveller!....if this thread continues, it would make a fine book!!!people could especially buy it
in bookstores at airports...after interminable security checks and plane delays, laptops, business meetings and agita ... ...they could soothe their
souls and be transported away to baja with these vicarious, simple and wild adventures!!!!very good for the soul!!!
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Earth swallows car after car!
There is a place in BOLA that eats cars! At La Gringa, past the old fishing village on the right out as far as you can go. At low tide it looks very
dry and safe, at high tide its completly under water!
I have seen at least 10 cars get eaten there over the years including my buddies.
We parked there and walked off to right through the tide pools to go snorkel around the point. When we returned, the water was just above the bottom
of the doors, dry land was about 100 yards away and the tide rising rapidly. We had hiddin the car keys under a rock before we went snorkeling and the
rock was of course now out of sight and underwater, perfect time to lose the keys! Ended up breaking a window out and hot wiring the truck, thank god
for 4 wheel drive!
Another time some Mexicans parked there in an old chevy van, they got stuck when the tide came up and just left it there for the night. In the morning
they shoveled thier rear ends off and pushed it up on high ground before the next tide came in. The van had been completely submerged and I would have
thought it was toast but they left the doors open for the day to air it out, pulled the heads and dried out the cylinders, pulled the oil plug and let
the water and oil drain out, filled her back up with fresh oil and drove away!
A little GCS goes a long way in Baja!
Work is just something I do to keep me buzy between baja trips!
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Another one
There is another car eater in San Felipe that eats one at least every weekend! It is on the highway south of town just where a bridge crosses the
road, out to the east on the wide beach there is a depressed area away from the Gulf and sometines its dry and sometimes not but it is irresistable to
the young people to try, seems like they are the ones on their first trip to San Felipe and drinking their first beer! When the tide starts in the
hole fills from the bottom without direct connection to the Gulf! This one does not have the panic factor those do futher south were you may be totaly
on your own.
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On this last trip (don't know if you've been reading my trip report or not)....
This was my first trip with my 4W, so I'm feeling pretty independent (I've always driven my T-Bird before, or gone with friends) I haven't in the
past really paid attention to which "road" is the way to go, (follow the spots without weeds?)
I'm out at La Gringa, the tide is out so I'm okay right? Wrong! On the way back I'm not really sure which way to go, so I take a short-cut...Woops!
I feel the rig slipping and sinking, so I slam it into L4 and hang a quick U onto the grass/reeds/whatever the heck it was, If I had one of those rigs
where you have to get out to turn the hubs, I'd still be digging myself out I'm sure. This is my first 4X4 so I'm learning, and learning alone (well,
except for the 10 and 5 yr. old, big help! :biggrin
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