Your RV is no longer stuck
First thing this morning, Greg drove Amy to Loreto to catch a flight to Phoenix for the funeral. We passed by Santispac, the gorgeous beach where the caravan will spend the next few days. The drive to Loreto took about 2 hours, with a military checkpoint a few minutes north of Loreto. The first time past the checkpoint, the military guards asked for our passports. On the return, Greg had to explain in his elementary level-28 Duolingo Spanish why he was driving alone in an RV configured for 2. It seemed to work: the guards let him pass without trouble.
When Greg arrived at Santispac, the wagon master directed him to park right up on the beach.
A few hours later, Horacio, the assistant to the wagon master, told Greg that he was notified that it is illegal to park on the beach, so Greg started to back the RV onto the pavement. Soon, the RV was stuck in the sand. Greg pulled out the traction boards, but the RV was dug in too deep. Next, Greg tried to use the winch and recovery tools, but the weight of the vehicle started to pull the tree trunk anchor out of the ground. And even if the winch was successful, it would have pulled the RV in the wrong direction: it needed to back up.
By this time, it was a real spectacle. About a dozen people came around to offer help. Several tried to shovel the sand around the tires. Others added wood blocks to supplement the recovery boards. Some suggested the vehicle should go forward, while others suggested that it should go backwards. Eventually, “Trucker Dave” from the caravan came to help. Dave is a retired truck driver from Ontario, Canada. If there’s one person in the caravan who would know how to get out of this mess, it’s Dave. A few vehicles were moved, and Dave connected a recovery strap between his pickup and the hitch of Amy & Greg’s RV. For reasons that still aren’t clear, Mike drove the RV instead of Greg, and soon Dave was able to pull the RV out of the sand. Better yet, thanks to the high clearance of the RV, it never got bottomed out in the sand. And Greg learned a few recovery lessons for our upcoming solo trip to Alaska.
Years ago when Greg was in his 20s, he took his dog Shala for her first visit to his parents’ home in Chicago. One afternoon when Greg returned to the house, his brother said, “Good news, your dog is no longer lost!” Seems that Shala ran away to search for Greg when he was away. Like that day, our RV is no longer stuck, with no damage besides Greg’s ego. Time for Greg to have some rest and relaxation on the beach.