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woody with a view
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9th grade ditching school to surf popotla and baja malibu with Jerry L. and Marty J.
edit: 1979
[Edited on 6-24-2011 by woody with a view]
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tripledigitken
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with parents 1956 Ensenada 
with college friend 1968 San Felipe  
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David K
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A great thread and maybe some new Nomads would like to add their first trip to Baja story?
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sancho
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For us old timers, 1970 surfing San Miguel Ensenada,
That was considered an adventurous Surf trip
My first real Baja memory was coming down the Sta
Rosalia grade in a Bus from TJ, the sun was just
coming up, 1983, that was good adventure
[Edited on 6-24-2011 by sancho]
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BillP
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I believe it was '66, I was 12 or 13, went with a friend and his family, and another family, spent two weeks at Estero beach. We had two travel
trailers plus rented a cabin at El Faro. Fished mostly off the rocks at the hotel catching calicos, sandys and halibut. Had some great bottle rocket
wars on the beach, good times.
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Osprey
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Location: Baja Ca. Sur
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1969 flew into what is now Los Barriles in a Piper cub. Hooked good, there and then.
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Eli
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Location: L.B. Baja Sur
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My first trip was to Gonzaga Bay, Easter vacation 1958. I was 7 years old. Dad took us down in Esmeralda Dodge.
Walking the beach hand in hand with Papa Fernandez, digging my feet in the sand, I knew that the Sea of Cortez was where I most certainly belonged.
It took me until 1989 to find away to make Baja my permanent home.
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Baja.BBQ
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Location: San Felipe, BC
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First trip in 1958.. Dad was an avid fisherman and we lived in the Imperial Valley (Brawley CA.) so it was only a 3 hour car trip to San Felipe on the
newly paved road from Mexicali.. No Malecon or sea wall then, center of activity was at Reubens. Sea Turtle soup and Turtle Tacos. Visited every year
till 1973 then spent time on the Pacific side. Retired and living in San Felipe for 8 years..Love Baja!!
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Bajamatic
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In 1984 I went with a friend and his mom and his brother to Ensenada. and near the end of the old road coming into Rosarito we were stopped at a red
light; all four lanes were stopped and across the street, headed north, an old mexican (blind drunk) barreled into the stopped cars and coasted
across the intersection and hit the car right next to us. The light was still red and she floored it, swerving through the stopped cars in the
intersection and high-tailed it out of there. Were were pretty f-in scared in the back having witnessed the whole thing front row. We were also
freaked out that she bailed - we thought as good Samaritans (and about 13 years old) you're supposed to stop and give an account of what was seen.
"First rule in Mexico boys - if you're an american, and you're anywhere near something like that, it's going to be your fault so get the hell out of
there".
yuletide
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Von
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When i was born~right dead smack center of TJ
READY SET.....................
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DanO
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Christmas 1969, in the cabover camper on my Dad's pickup. Drove down from Norcal and camped our way down, ended up at Playa Coyote. Left a real
imprint.
\"Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.\" -- Frank Zappa
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The Wonderer
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Summer of 1970 I was about to go into 6th grade. My family was invited to attend a camping trip to the Punta Banda area with several families from
our hometown. I remember we drove south and arrived at a trailer camp (Tony’s camp) way after dark. We slept in our VW bus. In the morning we woke
up to a sleepy little trailer camp and a dock that was stuck in the mud. We had to wait several hours for the tide to rise, and once it did, we
loaded up several boats to cross the bay. We sailed, swam, played in the dunes, I even learned to water ski on that trip. I remember getting dropped
off at the Estero Beach Hotel and walking up the hill to the little shops to buy fireworks and M-80’s. We would bring this loot back to out little
camp and head out to the dunes and have bottle rocket wars, or go to the dump and blow stuff up. I was in heaven! We stayed there for about 10
days, and for the next 4 years we would go right after school let out. I have been hooked ever since.
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mtgoat666
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1973 A.D.
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bajafreaks
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LaPlayita 1992 my wifes uncles place right next door to the hotel playita, its still there but alot has changed.
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bajabass
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Location: La Paz,BCS
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Left Michigan in 1973, family moved to Orange County. Summer of 74, YMCA surf trip to K55. 3 "counselors" and 8 kids in a Ford van. How the heck we
talked our parents into it I'll never know. Two glorious days of waves, sun, and my first hangover!
About 2002 I ended up at my little house in La Mision, looking right down on the beach I was at in 1974.
2005, met Mrs. Dra. Bajabass, 2007, August, huge wedding at Papaguyos, now we live in La Paz. So far, a 37 year love affair with Baja, her people, and
mi muy bonita esposa!!! 
Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands upon the wheel!
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DENNIS
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.........1956........Somewhere between TJ and Ensenada on the beach for a three day camping trip. Not sure where as there wasn't much there then.
On to Ensenada for a couple of days.
It was magical and the hook was set.
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Dewey
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Earliest I can remember was 1952 when I was 4. My dad used to take my brother and I down for haircuts at El Principe. He would always get a beer at
the old Long Bar and my brother and I would get a coke and check out the mirrors after we were done.
First surf trip was 10 years later to 381/2 then known as ule (spelling?) rock because of an interesting rock formation, later destroyed by Geoff
Logan after his board got stuck on it at the end of the point. I was smuggled over the border in the trunk since at that time you had to be 18 to
enter Mexico unless escorted by your parents or a "responsible" adult.
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volcano
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Location: Cave Junction, Oregon and Boca Del Salado area, Ea
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about 1980, drove a beater vw squareback all the way down, camped at Cabo Pulmo....no restaurants yet, just a ranch; hauled a bunch of onyx back from
El Marmol. Now getting same onyx slabbed for outdoor space at my cabin S of Cabo Pulmo
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bajamedic
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1965 was the first for me, I was ten years old; my father and uncle were helping to build a small church in San Felipe, as my father was the manager
of a building supply establishment in the bay area (of California), the local builders were aware of his project in Mexico and they kept a corner
stocked with supplies to take on his next trip.
If my father and uncle were not working on the church, they were fishing, I can remember them unloading two garbage cans (when they were metal) “full
of fish”, well maybe not full, but there were a lot of fish. They kept enough fish for our dinner and gave the rest away to the locals. My time was
spent exploring the area, making friends, fireworks and time on the beaches, finding strange little creatures in the tide pools that needed my
entertainment, walking up to the local bar for a warm coke and there was this very pretty local girl that was about my age, that I enjoyed spending
time with, our communication was very limited, but our actions and play time was memorable (I think it was one of my “first loves”). One of our
trips, I fell asleep on the beach, lying on my stomach and burned my back until there were blisters… ruined the rest of the trip for me… o well next
time. I recall the launching and retrieving my uncle’s small fishing boat and just how willing the locals were to help weight down the old 4X4 truck
as it backed out so far into the sea, now I understand just how glad the guys were to take fish home for their families.
I remember just how poor the local pastor was, he and his family were living in a tarpaper shack (literally) and still, the whole family was happy.
They were pleased to offer us dinner with their family, although at the time I just was not ready for what they could afford to serve. I did not
understand them sweeping their dirt floors and being happy to bring us into their home. It took a long time for me to understand that their happiness
and pride did not come from what they possessed or their positions in the community, their happiness was deep inside and it was about being a family.
JH
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bigboy
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My buddy and I went to Ensenada in 1964. We drove out to Punta Banda, camped and did some scuba diving. We also discovered Hussong's Cantina where I
had my first legal drink.
I now spend about half of my time in the Punta Banda area!
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