Nacimiento-Ferguson Road
...So, It's a 4th of July, 3 day weekend coming up. Ponch and I have decided, that since we've never been to the Big Sur area, that's where we'll go. We get some forest service maps, and there's campgrounds in the area, so off we go. What do you know, but when we get there on a 3 day weekend, the campgrounds are all full. Suprise! Campgrounds really weren't our style anyway, so we take off down Nacimiento-Ferguson road. As we pass a few dirt roads, we decide to take off down one of them. We come across this big calm water area about 100 yards long, about 8 ft deep in the middle, clear as a bell, trees on the banks, with a little stream that feeds into it on the far end behind a big rock. Now this is how we camped, and no one else was here. Perfect!
So we make camp, blow up the rafts, have a great time rafting, drinking and partying all day. By this time someone had come and set up camp on the opposite bank. We'd decided earlier that day, that after we ate dinner, we'd go exploring the far end behind the big rock. We eat, and head out with our rafts to explore. So we go behind the big rock, and with our rafts, we can only go a little ways up the stream. It gets too narrow. It's getting pretty dark, so we head back towards camp. As we're going, we can see and hear, someone of authority is talking to the people on the other bank. They're kicking them out. SHHHHH! Quiet, maybe they won't see or hear us. They're getting ready to leave, and we're thinking that we might be in the clear, when they shine their spot light on our side of the bank. Busted! They drive over to our side, we oar to the bank. It's 2 female M.P.'s They tell us that we have to break camp and leave. Besides that, they are going to write us a citation for trespassing. The dirt road we had turned down to get to our paradise, was actually a tank road on U.S. Army Fort Hunter Liggett. OOPS! Sorry about that. So we tell them that we have no idea how to get out of there, because we don't really know how we got in there. "Follow us" they say. As they go to take off, the 2 female M.P.'s Jeep is stuck in the mud. HaHa. "Will you guys help us get unstuck" they ask. "Will you guys take back the citation" I inquire. "Nope. Can't do that. Once the citation is written, it's in the book" "Get yourself out then" I reply. About that time, always kind and helpful Poncho chimes in, and he's miles ahead of me. We'll help you get out. You're going to have to get the jeep rocking by putting it in forward, then reverse, then forward etc. Start out by putting it in low gear, and one of you get in the back and push. I see, I think to myself, he's just going to give them verbal help. But I can see what he's set up. As they get ready, the one M.P. goes to the back to push, the other M.P. gives it the gas, and mud just coats the M.P. that was in the back pushing. Laugh. Ponch and I laughed so hard. Ponch gave them the nickname of G.I. Joan and Joanie. They finally got unstuck and we still needed to be escorted off the base. As we're going, Ponch and I were both thinking, It seemed to be taking a lot longer to get off the base than we remember it getting on the base. No wonder. They were taking us out through the front gate and it was quite harrowing. They ran all of our ID's and checked us all out. We Passed! Ponch and I wrote a letter to the Magistrate for the citation explaining how we got lost, and he gave us a years probation from ever trespassing on military property again. To this day I couldn't tell you where we stayed that night, But man what a great adventure we had!