Baja California - Marty Hiester- Photographic Adventures & Creative Offerings
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It started with a trick my Dad taught me on our first trip to Baja…
when the Pemex stations were out of gas, fill the old Scout with aviation fuel over at the airport.
Fast forward to 1986, I was headed south down to Guerrero Negro with my buddy Grant to photograph the grey whales.
A third of the way down the peninsula, we pulled into Pemex in Cataviña for fill up only to learn it would be “mañana” before more gasoline would arrive!
With only a quarter tank left, we had no choice but to kick in Dad’s plan and head over to the small airport at Rancho Santa Inés for some high octane action!
We pulled up to the traditional 55 gallon fuel drums at the airstrip’s edge, assisted by Señor Zuñiga himself we filled the jeep with and hand pump, grabbed some machaca burritos for the road and continued south.
Highway One winds it’s way through the palm lined arroyos Baja California’s Central Desert Natural Park.
An hour down the road, we noticed that the Jeep was losing power as it climbed over the rocky landscape.
I shifted down into second and we barely made the grade.
Thinking we may have some water in the fuel line, I pulled over and tried some additive, but the engine barely held an idle… then died and would not restart.
It was time for a tow truck… we were pulled into Guerrero Negro’s Auto Repair Shop After dark.
This wasn’t my first breakdown in Baja, I’ve trusted the master mechanics in the most remote pueblos to make some amazing repairs! 
But this time was different, they spent a long day fidgeting with my new Jeep and could not get it running!
We we’re left with no choice, we would have to tow it over 450 miles back to San Diego.
Plan A was a tow truck, but that seemed like a crazy distance… 
Plan B maybe a tow bar behind another vehicle?
It was at that moment when Plan C appeared, an 18 wheeler with a flat bed headed down main street of the small pueblo. 
We explained our situation to the driver… after some pricing discussion, we loaded the Jeep on back of the flatbed and headed north!
This shot was taken at first light in Cataviña, we pitched our dome tent on the flat bed trailer for a cozy nights sleep!
 Captured in February 1986 on Kodachrome 25, Nikon F3, Nikkor 50mm 1.4

It started with a trick my Dad taught me on our first trip to Baja… when the Pemex stations were out of gas, fill the old Scout with aviation fuel over at the airport. Fast forward to 1986, I was headed south down to Guerrero Negro with my buddy Grant to photograph the grey whales. A third of the way down the peninsula, we pulled into Pemex in Cataviña for fill up only to learn it would be “mañana” before more gasoline would arrive! With only a quarter tank left, we had no choice but to kick in Dad’s plan and head over to the small airport at Rancho Santa Inés for some high octane action! We pulled up to the traditional 55 gallon fuel drums at the airstrip’s edge, assisted by Señor Zuñiga himself we filled the jeep with and hand pump, grabbed some machaca burritos for the road and continued south. Highway One winds it’s way through the palm lined arroyos Baja California’s Central Desert Natural Park. An hour down the road, we noticed that the Jeep was losing power as it climbed over the rocky landscape. I shifted down into second and we barely made the grade. Thinking we may have some water in the fuel line, I pulled over and tried some additive, but the engine barely held an idle… then died and would not restart. It was time for a tow truck… we were pulled into Guerrero Negro’s Auto Repair Shop After dark. This wasn’t my first breakdown in Baja, I’ve trusted the master mechanics in the most remote pueblos to make some amazing repairs! But this time was different, they spent a long day fidgeting with my new Jeep and could not get it running! We we’re left with no choice, we would have to tow it over 450 miles back to San Diego. Plan A was a tow truck, but that seemed like a crazy distance… Plan B maybe a tow bar behind another vehicle? It was at that moment when Plan C appeared, an 18 wheeler with a flat bed headed down main street of the small pueblo. We explained our situation to the driver… after some pricing discussion, we loaded the Jeep on back of the flatbed and headed north! This shot was taken at first light in Cataviña, we pitched our dome tent on the flat bed trailer for a cozy nights sleep! Captured in February 1986 on Kodachrome 25, Nikon F3, Nikkor 50mm 1.4

Breakdown in the Baja

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