I saw an ad on TV last night for the "Tow Truck in a Box" and wished we had a set of these ribbed aluminum plates when we camped our way down the Baja in our VW van last year.
On two annoying occasions we had to dig our tires out of deep sand.
The first was in an RV park just north of Playa Santispac in what we thought was a parking lot. Fortunately, there was some old boards nearby that we could wedge under the tires.
But it still took 45 minutes, a lot of dust, and some damage to our relationship before we finally made it out. continue reading... »
The bad news? The entire first print run of Jeff Johnson's intriguing road trip tale, Bend to Baja, has sold out
The good news? Johnson advised me that he is in the midst of doing a second run and it should be ready in summer 2009.
I am keen to get my hands on the book because, according to the promotional blurb:
"Bend to Baja documents a surf-inspired road trip along the West Coast of North America. In February 2005, Jeff Johnson, the Malloy brothers and their friends left Ventura, California for Bend, Oregon. From Oregon, the crew went south to the tip of Baja, looking for waves and rock climbing in a pickup truck converted to run on alternative fuel sources: veggie oil and bio-diesel." continue reading... »
Name: Frank Rogowski
Hometown: Oldenburg, Germany
Road trip destination: San Diego, California, USA to Chile and then back to Brazil.
Start of road trip: October 30, 2008
Anticipated end date: Not sure
Vehicle: 2001 Dodge Ram Van 2500
Place of purchase: San Diego, California
Date of purchase: October 30, 2008 continue reading... »
Hometown: North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Passengers: Wife Libby and kids Fraser (9) and Alex (7)
Road Trip Destination: Vancouver, British Columbia to Baja, Mexico
Year of road trip: October 2005-January 2006
Vehicle: 1986 VW Westfalia Van
Days on the road: 75
Best campsite: continue reading... »
The goal was to take up to a year to drive our 1987 VW camper van from Vancouver, Canada to the Panama Canal, and back again. If that didn’t work out, we would settle for the “Grand Tour” of Mexico.
The notion of driving through Central America had been operating as a magnetic pull on us for many years and the timing for hitting the road now seemed just about perfect.
We were both ready to press pause on the corporate treadmill - me as a lawyer at a downtown firm and Adrienne with a large insurance company – and see if we could reclaim that freedom that we thought (probably incorrectly) had defined our early 20s.
The only hours we wanted to bill over the next year would be on the open road or on a beach with fruity drinks in our hands. continue reading... »