I have been searching the archives, the really old, first threads, and i love all the ones by Jim Phillips! I have also checked the members directory to see if is still around here, but could not find him.
JIM PHILLIPS where are you?
He’s been busy,he’ll chime in from time to time.Herb
TWA, I took some time off to take a jaunt down to San Juanico (Scorpion Bay). Since coming back from Hawaii April 1st, I might have gotten to surf a half dozen times.
I went with a customer of mine, that recently retired and sold his co. He also bought me my ticket for Hawaii last winter, but couldn’t make the trip with me, so on his suggestion, how about Scorpion this summer?
We left from my place in Oceanside, Ca. at about 11 pm in Robs CJ5 Jeep, we drove til just before dawn, stopping just south of San Quetin in one of the tomato fields to sleep sitting up in the frontseats. At first light we set off south again, stopping for a little side trip at Rosalalita to check the 7 sisters out. In late afternoon we were at San Igancio and pulled out the gas grill for dinner at the town square. We cleaned up and got back on the road at dusk, the road out of town is brutal wash board and going ws really slow. We came to the split in the road for the turn off to the north road to San Juanico, but in the dark, we somehow got going back out to the south road. In a few hours were were out on the salt flats, stiil headed south, but not a clue as to where we were. Around midnight, were found a higher spot to pull off the trail and rest, it was super hot outside, so the windows had to be kept shut to keep out the skeets. I was trying to sleep, jambed against the window and opened my eyes and saw vehicle lights many miles away. Later I looked again and they were closer, but not by much. About 20 minuted later I was jarred by Rob jumping out of the Jeep and flagging down the biggest goddman refrigerated truck, the driver said he was going to Datil for ice and fish and after that was going to San Juanico and we could follow him. Well in less that 5 minutes he had burried the truck crossing an open stretch of water as he tried to climb out the other side. Rob called out to him in Spanish to see if he needed us to pull him free with the Jeep. He waded back to us and said if we took him to Datil, he could get his brothers to get him out.
Ruben said it was 5 minutes to Datil, 45 minutes later we pulled up at Rubens house and he said to drive straight by on the road to Scorp and it was only 30 kilometers. It was now about 1:30am, we drove still in water and mud and crossed many arroys with moving water, but finally cut the north road again. At last were some road signs and Scorp was just down the road, but we pulled in again just before dawn. I found my riders camp out at 6-1/2s, woke him up and got our boards off the truck. We all went for a surf, not coming in til around noon, ate and went to 2nd point at low tide for epic noseriding. That night I cooked Pargo and perch in the camp fire and slept as if dead. It was sirf again the next day, but at late afternoon, Rob called home to find out his uncle had died. We got surf again the next moring, packed it up and headed off with the right directions. We were to look for a green farmers gate and that was the clue were were on the right road. We found the gate, but no less that a few miles past it, came to a 200 foot wide river flowing FAST, Rob put on his trunks and waded across, waist deep, too deep for the Jepp. No choice but to camp on the banks and wait it out. By morning the water had dropped only about 8", but the current has stopped. I put on my runks, found the vado bottom and marked off the sides of it with stickes pushed into the mud so we could tell where the road bed was. I stood at the start of the vado and called Rob on, telling him to to watch me for any signal to stop if it was looking too deep. The water was not over the bumper, so on he came. It sounded like the engine was missing, but it was only the tail pipe farting under water. The far bank was badly eroded so he had to low lock it up and over to get out. The rest of the trip was a piece of cake. A normal Baja day
Howzit Jim, So you took the north road in, I know about that wash board road from hell. The worst was the first 45 miles out of San Ignacio. That stretch took me between 3 and 4 hours, but the rest was a piece of cake. From what I understand the plans are for that to someday be a paved toll road. un fortunatly that will make it that much easier and faster to get there. Sounds like second point has returned to it’s old self with 300 yard rides. I’ve been there a few times, the last being 94’ for 2 1/2 months. It was never crowded since it was 2 years after the hurricane and eveybody thought it wasn’t any good. Second point waves were only about 35 yards long but they had more juice than i’d ever seen them have in the past. Had one session at 3rd point with just me and Sean Collins son and a friendly seal that Sean took vids of surfing behind us on waves, classic. Too bad you didn’t get more time there. Aloha,Kokua
Jimbo, Where da resin? Road trip up north tomorrow for work, but maybe come by the shop in the evening and drop it off so I can get that puppy back to ya… Call cell.
Kokua, Rob had the tire pressure ar 35lbs on the start from San Iganacio, it shook my fillings loose. It had me cussing to the piont that Rob took the drivers position away from me. Trip back, 17 pounds, what a difference
Yo JKP.Strange travels prevail.Hows about about when we would go to Sand Island on my Honda 50 with you on the back carrying a heavy longboard under each arm.I wonder why we never got busted?? RB