So I just got back from almost three weeks in one of the most remote parts of the peninsula and had quite the adventure. I was down there chasing swell, camping and making friends along the way. I almost had a huge lapse in judgment and got my truck stuck horribly bad.
Day 1:
I had never been to this particular area before and wanted to continue heading south. We had been watching the fisherman take the road south and they had headed along the beach through very very deep sand. My rig is too heavy so we decided to look for an inland route. In Baja roads split in all directions all the time. How I usually choose which road to take when I am not sure where I am going is by following which one appears to be the most heavily traveled. We are following the road that is on a salt flat and you guys can probably guess where this is going. I made the mistake of not getting out and walking my line. I saw a wet section that was pretty short and was sure that with enough speed in 4wd that I could plow through it to the dry section on the other side. As many of you can see I got horribly stuck within 5 ft turned the truck off and starting swearing and throwing rocks for 10 minutes. My friend and I start digging and low and behold in 30 minutes Enrique the local fisherman godfather figure shows up and offers to help. His and friends all hop out and begin to help us dig the rig out. We pull out the sheets of plywood that I cut before the trip and place them behind the tires. We attach all of my tow straps together to the back of his F250 brings the lines to being taunt and then starts pulling. After an hour of this all of my tow straps are broken and he offers to get a mooring rope from his house that is a 3 hour round trip from where we are. We graciously accept his offer and continue to dig. For those of you that have never been stuck in the salt flats in Baja avoid them at all cost. The mud has horribly strong suction. When you try and take a shovel full off of the ground it holds on with all of its might. Once you free the shovel you have to hit it against a rock to get most of the mud off. The mud turned out to be about knee deep in a lot of sections so even walking around was difficult. Enrique returns with his mooring rope and G100 (Greg thank you for all of your help by the way I finally checked out your build on here and it is epic!) who was camped near us attaches himself to the front of Enrique's truck to help pull us out. At this point we have a 4wd t100 and a 4wd f250 attached and the truck won't budge and we continue to break all straps, ropes etc. Enrique informs asks us how much food and water we have and lets us know that he will be back later in the week. Greg was with some friends and he was unable to help us any further so he asks if he is to come upon a satellite phone who he should call. My friend and I are exhausted from a whole day in the hot sun and the mud and begin to grab what we can out of the camper to make a makeshift camp. Since I was planning on sleeping in the camper (which at this point it was too off camber to stand in) I didn't have a sleep bag or pad. We set up our pathetic camp and walk down to the ocean for a night time swim to clean off the mud. As I lay in my board bag that night listening to the coyotes nearby I think about how bad I ****ed up. I have endangered by good friend and potentially lost my vehicle.
Day 2:
I slept very little due to my poor accommodations and spent most of the night thinking of how to free my rig. I bought a 12 ton bottle jack before leaving on this trip and I knew that this could potentially be my ticket home. My friend and I get back into our muddy wet clothes and begin digging right as the sun comes up. Due to the amount of water in the mud surround us we build a damn around the vehicle and spend the morning removing water from below the truck with our cooking pot. At about noon we have removed all of the water from below the truck and are working on freeing the axles and tires. We are worried of the truck flopping onto its drivers side so we use the utmost caution when walking and digging on that side. We break out the bottle jack and place some plywood below the jack/ rear bumper. As we jack the truck up the mud eats more of our plywood strips. But we eventually being to make progress and the truck slowly moves a couple of inches up in the rear. Our goal is to get the truck quasi level so that we can sleep in the camper that night. After each time that the jack gets to its full height we stack rocks under the back rear corner of the bumper and slide a new sheet of wood under the jack to give it another go. We worked all day and almost got the truck level enough to sleep in. At this point we are exhausted and walk down to the ocean to rinse off in the dark. We also realize that we didn't see a single person the whole day.
Day 3:
When we wake up we are spent and sore and still in a bad situation. We get back into our mud clothes and get right back to work. At this point our hands and muscles are so sore that we can barely dig and progress is slow (my friend is a beast and at this point was pulling ahead in the digging category). We dig until about 11 and hear some motorcycles nearby. I run to waive them down and ask them if they have a chase truck/ recovery gear. The guys drive over to where we are stuck and asses the situation. They have my friend pace from the back bumper to dry ground (90') and say that they will be back in an hour with their truck and that they will have us back in two minutes. We get to work building a stone road behind the truck in hopes that when they are pulling on the rig that it will slide on top of and across the rocks. We see an AWD Astro van pull up about a half hour later and two Aussies and an Alaskan hop out (for those of you that don't know the AWD Chevy Astro Van is a bad *** overland rig. These guys drove through some gnarly sand and silt beds without breaking a sweat). They proceed to get stuck in the flats and we spend 25 minutes helping to free them. At this point the three guys from Norcal that were on the their motorcycles pull up with a Chevy 2500 quad cab long bed Turbo Diesel that is tricked out and dialed. On the first go they move the rig about 2 feet and it flops on its side on a mud berm (that was created by all of our excavation). At this point I am sure that we are going to loose my rig. After two more hours of digging we attache the two Chevy's and give it another go. I still can't believe this but they pulled the rig out. I have never been so stoked my whole life. My friend and I get to continue our surf trip and I get my rig back from the Baja salt flats. We then learn that two big west swells are lining up for the last week of our trip. I can't thank everyone enough that helped us get the rig out. I am forever in your debt and will be giving out beers and set waves for years to come.
Things that I learned:
-Always get out and walk a line if you are at all in doubt (especially when you are a long ways from help).
-Always carry two to three properly rated tow straps (dynamic and static).
-Make sure to carry proper traction devices (MaxTraxx would have been very helpful as plywood just didn't cut it in mud).
-Carry enough beer