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BornFisher
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Stuck? Broke down????
Anybody have a good broken down in the middle of nowhere story, or just stuck in the mud, silt, sand, story that is worthy of retelling? A friend told
me of a fellow Nomad who was stuck for 9 hours out by "The Wall". Just did a little turn around and sunk!!! Put a little rain on some silt and it`s
easy for a nightmare experience!! And there is always the shell beds on the beach on the Pacific side. Ruined many a vehicle!! Also the tides of the
upper gulf--- swallowed many vehicles driven by the daring who went too far and regretted their level of impaired judgement. Please tell----extra
credit for pics!!
"When you catch a fish, you open the door of happiness."
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yumawill
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I saw this. Four college kids w/surfboards on a rental car drive out on the beach at Pastora. Yep, got almost there and sunk in the sand. Now since
they're in college and smart they borrow a shovel and start to dig themselves out. well two hours later they've sunk down to the pan, looks like
they're floating really. I'm glad I didn't get an education.
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BajaBlanca
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A break down coming south to La Bocana
You just woke my nightmare up again! Just last week we (Les, myself and my 83 year old mom) returned from San Diego in Les's titan pickup. We were
way overloaded: 16 solar power batteries at 110 lbs. each plus 8 suitcases - one small one for me, normal for Les and tiny for mom, and all the rest
filled with clothes, shoes, shampoos, for the scholarship kids.
After Cataviña, the potholes started to get out of control. We were bouncing around like anything when Les sort of lost control and thought we might
have a flat.
He stopped and went around the truck and not a flat tire to be seen. We were relieved because we were in the middle of nowhere and very few vehicles
headed south. Most were headed north.
He jumps back into the car, starts up and woooooomph , truck plomps down. Kind of like our dog Rex plomps down for his belly rubs. Panic grips my
heart, we both jump out. Our left rear wheel bolts have completely sheered off. This truck is no longer going anywhere.
I get out and start making sure cars are going around us safely since there is no shoulder. I ask one of the first cars to please send a grua (tow
truck) from the next town which is Punta Prieta, an hour south of us.
Then I realize it is kind of dangerous to be stuck out there with my most precious mom so I flag the next car and explain the situation. He tells me
his is going to Bahia Asuncion and I ask if he can drop mom and I off in G Negro at Terra Sal. He agrees, we grab our purses and squeeze into a
single seat. My butt is suffering on top of a truck handbrake but I am so grateful to be leaving the middle of the desert.
Our goal is to reach P Prieta and make sure the tow truck is coming. About 30 minutes or so later, we flag down a tow truck that is headed north and
he is indeed on his way to get Les. Thank goodness for good Samaritans, those first guys who recruited the tow saved at least half an hour. Since
this was at about 4 pm already, this was a very good thing!
Mom and I got to Terra Sal, checked into a room. We had some lunch/dinner. I was so ready for a margarita only to find that they couldn't serve me
one that day...who knows why....
Les paid a small fortune to have the Titan towed all the way to G Negro and to the garage he knows. He arrived at Terra Sal at 10 pm and I have to
say, the cook at the restaurant went out of her way and made a delicious chicken fettuccini to go for him, even though they close at 10.
All in all, it ended well but I have to say that it was harrowing while in progress. and my face definitely looked just like this the whole time:
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mtgoat666
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Never overload a vehicle and then subject it to rough roads! Things will break!
Sorry, no personal baja break down stories to tell, I have always been lucky.
Got a fair number of flat tires and desert pin stripes. Had to dig out a sunk/stuck tire a time or two (hint: avoid soft sand). Do they count?
[Edited on 7-18-2017 by mtgoat666]
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David K
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To avoid soft sand would be like to avoid half of Baja! Sand is the main reason I have 4WD and an air pump. Deflating tires about halfway (ie. 30 psi
to 15 psi) is generally what it takes to not get stuck in sand.
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pacificobob
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Quote: Originally posted by yumawill  | | I saw this. Four college kids w/surfboards on a rental car drive out on the beach at Pastora. Yep, got almost there and sunk in the sand. Now since
they're in college and smart they borrow a shovel and start to dig themselves out. well two hours later they've sunk down to the pan, looks like
they're floating really. I'm glad I didn't get an education. |
yes! i agree! ignorance is every bit as good, perhaps better, than knowledge. everyone knows that people become stupid when exposed to education!
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SFandH
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I had a transmission break 1/2 way between Vizcaino and Guerrero Negro, heading to GN. Me, wife, and two dogs, pickup with a camper. Tons of blue
smoke and fluid pouring out onto the ground. A passerby said he would send a tow truck from GN and a while later it arrives. Spent 5 days at the
Malarrimo Hotel. Parts had to bussed down from Ensenada and it took a couple of times to get it fixed. The first test drive failed and they had to
redo the repair.
[Edited on 7-18-2017 by SFandH]
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Hook
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In the early 90s, I was towing a 19 foot aluminum boat, single axle trailer with 13" tires, to Chivato one June. We were somewhere south of GN and
came across an arroyo that was flowing from bank to bank. Heavy rain in the mtns, east of Hwy 1 was making its way to the sea. We waited with everyone
for a few hours (much drinking and sharing of food) until it appeared to recede and a Mexican in a passenger car on the other side gave it a try. He
made it, just barely, as he did get going sideways for a bit. That got the exodus going.
When I attempted to cross, my boat had trailering straps attached to the transom from the trailer. I was in an S-10 blazer 2wd. It was owned by my new
girlfriend, whom I had convinced to let me take it to Baja (foolish girl still trusts me to this day, as my wife).
Anyway, we got about half way across and the boat starts to float the trailer downstream! It eventually got about 75 degrees off the back end of the
Blazer and was moving the back of the Blazer, too!
I gunned it (what else can you do?) and the rear tires caught more firmly or maybe we got shallow enough and it eventually came along. But that's a
weird sight, looking in your rear view mirror and seeing the boat and trailer floating away to the side of you.
We got out on the other side, opened more celebratory beers...........and somehow made it to our destination.
[Edited on 7-18-2017 by Hook]
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BajaTed
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TBT
While driving in an 18 wheeler with a race buggy and pre-runner between Loreto and Bahia Concepcion, the power steering hose burst while going down
the grade. Of course, just prior to getting to the downgrade, my brother who was driving said " If I miss a downshift get ready to jump out", needless
to say, when moments later the power steering hose blew, I was freaking out. Brother dear screams for me to help him on the steering wheel. I'm 6'3"
250 lbs and my brother is almost the same. It took every bit of our strength to turn the wheel as were going down the grade. Wheels are locking up,
the Jake brake is on solid and somehow we drifted down around two more corners and got on a straight. Brother is turning white and motioning his head
toward my door to jump. He decides as a last ditch effort to drop the front wheel over the right shoulder which is about 8 -12" inches tall and he
started jacking the front wheel against the shoulder while in full 18 wheel lock up. The rig is going back and forth between tipping and getting back
on the road. Right front wheel finally started to dig into shoulder and we stopped really fast and it was all over. We limped into El Requeseon and
parked by the restaurant to decompress. It took two more adventure filled days running around the area meeting folks and finding parts to get the hose
fixed by shear local ingenuity.
Es Todo Bueno
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TMW
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Back in the winter of 1977 we lived in Argenta,IL north of Decatur. I had been in Decatur and was going home around 11pm when it started to snow. It
started snowing harder and harder until I could not see the road. I pulled over and spent the night in the van. I had my coat, gloves and cap but no
blankets etc to keep warm. I mostly ran the heater when the van got cold. About 6am it had stopped snowing but the drifts were so high I didn't think
I could get thru them. I got out and could only see the power lines above me. It was foggy and visibility was maybe 75 -100 feet. I started walking
back because I thought I had seen a house before I stopped. I didn't know exactly where I was at . Anyway I keep walking and I spot the house and as
I got closer I could see it was a green house that I recognized. Had I walked the other way I'd be home. I was cold and didn't feel like walking the
two miles home so I went to the house and asked if I could stay for a while and warm up. They were very kind people and fed me breakfast and I laid on
a sofa and got some sleep.
Later the sun came out and I saw a snowplow go by. It was about noon so I went back to my van hoping the snowplow may have moved enough snow for me to
get out. No such luck they actually packed more snow under and around my van. I started walking toward home when two snowmobiles come up behind me.
One told me to get on and he would take me home. I told him I was OK and didn't live far. He said I am suffering from the cold and didn't know what I
was doing. I got on and he took me home. I thanked them and they left.
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mtgoat666
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I think my story will top all stories!
Once when parking my Saab in downtown Seattle I attempted to raise all 4 electronic windows simultaneously, and blew the fuse. There was no spare
fuse. I had to drive to the auto store with the windows open. I later learned there is a mechanical way to raise windows when electronic was dead -
but as a true man, I of course could not be bothered with reading the owners manual.
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MMc
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I went to Erendira for a long weekend back in the 80's. For some reason lost to me now, we took the chevy caprice. We went south of town, (There were
no buildings along the coast just fields). I punched a hole in the oil pan, driving a bit faster than I should have. Walk down to the beach and find a
chunk of wood a carve a plug from it. Pound it back in the hole, clean the wood and pan with gas and slop a bit of silicone over both. I dumped the qt
of oil that I had and drove to a hi spot and set up camp. We had a great weekend. We went to San Vicente on the way out to pick up more oil. I drove
it 3 weeks before I took it to my repair guy. I still talks about it.
"Never teach a pig to sing it frustrates you and annoys the pig" - W.C.Fields
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del mar
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| Quote: Originally posted by MMc | | I went to Erendira for a long weekend back in the 80's. For some reason lost to me now, we took the chevy caprice. We went south of town, (There were
no buildings along the coast just fields). I punched a hole in the oil pan, driving a bit faster than I should have. Walk down to the beach and find a
chunk of wood a carve a plug from it. Pound it back in the hole, clean the wood and pan with gas and slop a bit of silicone over both. I dumped the qt
of oil that I had and drove to a hi spot and set up camp. We had a great weekend. We went to San Vicente on the way out to pick up more oil. I drove
it 3 weeks before I took it to my repair guy. I still talks about it. |
great story! might be wise to carry a couple wooden plugs that boaters use in the tool kit!
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AKgringo
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A good Karma breakdown
On my last trip SOB (Nov/Dec) I stopped four times to help motorists in distress (all Mexican residents). One was a ranch truck that needed my jack
and shovel, another with battery and cable problems, one guy was out of gas just at dusk, on the pavement with no shoulders east of San Ignacio. And
then there was the guy that ruined two tires on a rock fall on Mex 5 south of Puertecitos.
I aired up his flat spare, but he still needed another rim and tire, so I hauled him to San Felipe. We stopped at a couple of tire shops with no
luck, so he had me drop him off at the Pemex on the south side of town where he met his cousin.
Back on the road again headed toward the main round-about, after one of the many stop signs my Kia did a weird fishtail as I shifted into second gear!
I thought 'blow out' but when I pulled over to the curb, all my tires were fine. I got back behind the wheel, but when I tried to take off, the right
rear tire bit the fender well. The bolt connecting the axle to the frame was gone! The shock absorber and the drive shaft were all that kept the
axle kind of/sort of where it should be!
About the time I was thinking 'What now', a guy says in perfect English "Do you need a mechanic?" His name is Henry (Enrique), and he owns the Oasis
mini market!
I said "I sure do!", so he came across the street and knocked on the door of the house I broke down in front of. I don't remember the guy's name, but
he was a mechanic that happened to be home that day. It was a couple of days before Christmas, and the shop he worked at was closed for the holidays.
Anyway, I gave him a couple hundred pesos and he left to go get the correct grade 8 bolt and lock nut that I needed. Meanwhile, Henry and I went back
to his tienda where he had just brewed a fresh pot of good coffee. I also had fresh pastries, a tour of his rental unit, and a great conversation!
Less than an hour later, the mechanic said I am good to go, and we were even. I looked at his Christmas tree (shrub) and his small children, gave him
a couple hundred more pesos, and said "Para La Navidad!"
It was not just a fortunate place to break down, Think of the consequences of that bolt falling out at highway speed on any of the vados or curves
between San Felipe and Puertecitos. I would have been off the road, with a Mexican citizen in the car as added liability!
Good Karma was on me!
[Edited on 7-18-2017 by AKgringo]
If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space!
"Could do better if he tried!" Report card comments from most of my grade school teachers. Sadly, still true!
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Don Jorge
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Summer of 1973 on a surf trip to the tip stopped in at Conejos. There we found 2 guys camped, surfing, from Newport Beach. Of course, best left
around would have some Newport guys in a Beemer on it. They were in a BMW 2000 and it needed front axle work. They had been stuck there 5 days when
we showed up in our Chevy Luv. With waves, some beers left and food too they were not quite stuck, yet.
We camped and surfed till the swell died and then gave them a ride to La Paz where they ordered the part and stocked up on food and beer. Good
thing, we were really low on beer by the time the swell died.
Remember those days when you waited in line to get a phone to use in a "private" booth, mail came to you listo de correos and you had money wired to
you? Everything took time. The day in La Paz took lots of time but we got it done with our broken Spanish and the karma of youth.
We went back to camp and surfed smaller stuff a few days more. We moved on, left them waiting for the parts to arrive and the alfalfa grower cattle
ranchero dude at Conejos to give them a ride to La Paz the next week. I really dug that place back then with it's irrigated alfalfa, nice looking
cattle, humble feel and right on a pretty solid break.
Two weeks later we ran into them again at Shipwrecks where we were camped. Saw that orange BMW 2000 driving in, smiled, knew it was them. Shared some
big waves there for a few days and then we all went to Cabo. Never saw them again but whenever I see an Orange BMW 2000 I still smile.
�And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry
years. It was always that way.�― John Steinbeck
"All models are wrong, but some are useful." George E.P. Box
"Nature bats last." Doug "Hayduke" Peac-ck
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Sandlefoot
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The day after Newton, September 7, 2016 Kimberly and I were packed and ready for our semi-annual road trip back to Oregon. Newton, a class one
hurricane, had pasted the day before leaving a path of some disruption from a lot of wind and a few inches of rain. As we left La Paz we anticipated
some problems with the road, but according to my research once we cleared Mulege we would be through the worst of it. The first real indication of up
coming road problems was around KM 157 coming up to the lower part of Conception Bay, just before the turn off to San Nicolas. As we came around the
corner the road headed down a small hill into an arroyo. The entire right side of the road was gone and there was a small car filling the hole where
the road used to be. Windshield was broken and the car was empty. Fortunately someone had piled rocks on the road at the top of the hill warning us
of the danger. By a little after noon we made it on into Mulege, stopped for lunch at El Gecko and had some really killer blackened fish. No power,
very little cold beer, but really good fish!
I had committed to a friend of mine in La Paz that I would give him a road report when I was “through it all”. Called, gave my road report,
finished my pretty cold beer and hit the road north. Little did I know that my day was just getting started!
Fifteen miles north of Mulege, just beyond the Puenta Chivato turn off I came up behind a long row of trucks waiting on the road. No on coming
traffic, so I got out and walked down the road to see what was the hold up. Got down about a half mile and there was no road, just lots of water!
Walked down stream looking for a place to cross, nothing looked good, looked up stream and found a place where others had gone through. Looked doable
to me, so I hiked back to my car, 07 Jeep Grand Cherokee, and headed across the small river. Success! Now, having traveled this road for seventeen
years, I knew the next question: What is next, and is it passable? Almost a half-mile up the road I found out.
A twenty-foot section of the bridge was missing. There was very little traffic so I found it easy to park to go have a look see. Yep!!!! The road
was gone!!! A Federal police officer was there “monitoring” the situation and as I walked by he said in Spanish “only a bird is going to get to
the other side of the road”! I tucked my hands into my armpits and flapped like I was going over, he laughed? Now it was going to take days to fix
this, I had just come through Mulege and the power was out. That meant no cold beer and no air conditioning; I did not want to go back there! I had
to find a place to cross this, as a friend later called it, “river of doom”. From the bridge I looked down stream and there were four or five
“cars” that had tried to cross and they were “waiting” for the water to go down so they could complete the crossing. Looked up stream and it
was the same picture, Half a dozen cars all but floating in the middle of this rather large, flowing body of water. I found a route that I thought
was possible. It would mean crossing the water at an angle, there-by increasing the length of water to cross. I was guessing about 250 feet of
water, and then there was about a half mile of open arroyo to get through before and after the water. I went back to the end of the bridge, Shifted
into 4 low, found a place to get off the road and down into the arroyo. Then my eyes got opened real wide!!! The rocks in this arroyo were the size
of truck tires!!! I was bottoming out and dragging off each rock I tried to get over. Of course I was trying to go over only the small ones!!! The
route I had picked was in an area where there were rapids and once I got to the waters edge I knew I would not be able to pick my route through the
rocks very well because the water was a couple feet deep! As I was bouncing and scrapping my way for the first fifty feet or so I came against a rock
to large to go over and it killed the engine. Tried to re-start and nothing!!!! Hit the hood release and got out, the water was a little over my
knees! Opened the hood and all I could see was water flowing through the engine compartment. Shut the hood and got back into the car to talk to my
lovely wife and try to explain why I am so dumb as to try to cross a river with truck tire sized rocks in it! As I set down in the seat, holding my
head low, I told her “I guess we will have to stay here until the water goes down so I can find what I knocked off and fix it”. Then I noticed
the car was still in drive! Of course it would not start! Tossed the lever into park and hit the key and was up and running again. I know I
probably stopped a murder suicide, or at least a murder, but all in all she was a great sport and as usual a great co-pilot! We were on our way and
had no problems that stopped us all the way across. Now we had to find a place to get back up on the bridge. Followed the tracks of the
“floaters” back under the bridge and there was the road that goes out to the little airport, I think it is called Aeropuerto de Santa Rosalia.
When I got to the asphalt I stopped and looked under the car. No apparent damage, just all the skid plats were “shaped differently”. Once I got
back on the bridge I stopped again, got out of the car, faced the police officers, put my hands into my armpits and flapped like a bird! They were to
far away to know if they had seen me but I wanted to do that just in case. What next?
Further down the road, at the next washout, the flow of water was less. But getting off the road, down into the arroyo was steep. I had shifted
into four low and at the bottom I was pushing rocks with the bumper and I was hoping to not hit something that did not move and thereby stopping me
from going on, or back up! Cleared the entry, and about then there was a small car that had tried to get across from the other side and they had made
it the length of their car and was stuck blocking the road. He had a rental car, front wheel drive and very low clearance. As I got to the bottom of
the arroyo he came running over to me asking if I had a tow strap he could buy! Of course I had one, but did I want to sell it? Sure, I think he
needed it more than I did, 200 pesos. We had to move a lot of rock but I was finally able to get behind him and pull him out of the rock pile. He
went to help some of his friends, because he now had a tow strap, and I headed on north. What is next?
As we got to the next wash out they became more routine. Steep drop-offs, water crossings, and more rocks. Total of eight places the road was
non-existent. We saw why the power was out in Mulege, the poles were stacked up against the washed out road in places! We finally got into Santa
Roselia and it was another disaster. At the intersection of the street that goes up into town were three huge piles of mud and rocks. Piles the size
of houses that all but hid the train engine that sets near there. Cars were buried where they had just piled the dirt and rocks to open the main
roads in and out of town. Talked to some of the locals and the reports I got was that while we had about three inches of rain that fell over a twelve
hour period of time and they had over ten inches that fell in less then seven hours! That is a hurricane for you!!
Upon arriving in Santa Roselia I had noticed there was no one following us through that mess and we saw no one heading into it after the little car
got towed out of the way. It seemed we were the only ones dumb enough to try to get through it. But motivated by “no cold beer”…. Once we
cleared Santa Roselia we had a couple of small washouts that may have been notable on another trip, but hardly noticeable on this one.
I was pleased at the performance of this jeep. I have owned jeeps for several years but never had an opportunity to “test” one like this. It did
everything I asked and came out the other side with only some extra “Baja Pin Stripping”, and some nice scares to brag about. Once in Oregon I put
it in the shop for a bumper to bumper, and the only thing needing attention was the plate on the rear differential had been rolled up and was slightly
leaking fluid, I had the plate replaced. There was one thing that I did not even think of until we were in a room that night…..PICTURES…..we did
not take pictures! Oh well that gives me something to look forward to next time!
Mike Rogers
" Don't find fault, find a remedy; anyone can complain." Henry Ford
If you are not living on the edge...you are taking up to much space!
Just because it may not be a good idea does not mean it will not be fun!!!
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AKgringo
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Blanca's breakdown
Blanca, the heavy load may have been a factor, but since the failure was on the left side drive wheel I suspect that the lug nuts were not properly
torqued.
Up until the early 50s, Dodge used left hand threads on the left side to prevent the lug nuts from backing off for that very reason. If the acorn
nuts back off far enough, the load is not evenly distributed to all the lugs.
If the rim was also damaged, that could be the explanation.
If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much space!
"Could do better if he tried!" Report card comments from most of my grade school teachers. Sadly, still true!
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StuckSucks
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I don't get stuck.
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David K
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Because getting stuck ... sucks!
Also, because we have Toyota Tacomas, perhaps?
Getting stuck just doesn't happen with the A-TRAC 4x4 system... but I keep trying! LOL
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Pappy Jon
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Two stories. Yep, what is a Baja trip without a few adventures.
1) Went out to Boca Grande (Bahia San Rafael). This place, as I found out later, has quite the reputation. Made it out to the wall on the beach.
Looked around. Didn't like the camping so I turned around following my tracks. Oops. I will let the picture say it all. Took me 6 hours to get out.
2) I had just started my trip and ducked up Matomi Canyon to make camp. I didn't make it very far. On one of the woops the input shaft on my transfer
case stripped. Thanks to my Delorme inReach I was able to call for help. David K emailed PaulW in SF. After spending a very sleepless night where I
broke, texting back and forth with David, Paul came out the next morning in his big-azz Ford and dragged me back to Pete's Camp where I spent a few
nights waiting until Monday and a nearby shop opened up.
[Edited on 3-31-2018 by BajaNomad]
"The association of flowers and warm-blooded love is more than a romantic convention; it is based upon one of the great advances in the evolution
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