David S.
Yelp
You'd be hard pressed to find a kinder, more compassionate soul than Joe Raffetto in any desert. I cannot speak highly enough about Joe (founder and owner of California Overland Desert Excursions) and his outspokenly enthusiastic partner Michael who teamed up IN THEIR OFF TIME to rescue me. Hopelessly marooned in the desert sands mere hours after my arrival in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park (AZB), they towed me back to pavement when the state park officials would have just left me stranded there (too much LIABILITY).
Joe showed up in my life at the exact moment of my greatest need, eager to help. When I first met him, I felt like the luckiest guy in all the world.
I don't own a 4X4. I don't even have AWD. I showed up driving an economy car, wannabe Subaru, the 2WD old-school Ford station wagon - a true "Sag Wagon" - rear struts mostly collapsed under too much weight...
I was way over my head out there. But once I first heard about AZB hundreds of miles into my make-it-up-as-I-go California road trip I knew I couldn't journey all the way there from NW Oregon and turn around. I needed to explore it for myself and experience the primal challenge of driving in the sand...
Out of pity for those who show up with 2WD, the park rangers hand out a brochure entitled "The Exciting Triangle Tour," linking the five SAFEST destinations in the entire 600,000 acre park. Stick to this route and you have ZERO percent chance of getting stuck out there.
The superlative, emasculating title of this route dared me to stray beyond to test my mettle. I set out to follow it, but discovered that the San Felipe Wash offered a shortcut to an acclaimed slot canyon (it would be the first I'd ever visited), and with the daylight fading fast, I tried my luck. I'd no hope of getting there in time taking the long way via pavement.
I breathed in and departed the highway. Grinning, I kept my speed up, knowing I couldn't afford to let my manual transmission drop below second gear; I motored along, heart racing and adrenaline pumping... but managing. For a while, I was looking good.
But I met my match in the desert, ignorant to the forces of nature which sculpt this vast, untamable landscape and illiterate to the signs written in the loose and ever-shifting sand...
Lines on a map are a poor substitute for knowing what's out in front of you, and I y learned this lesson in earnest (along with several others!) that day in AZB. Five miles up the road, I bogged down hopelessly in a patch of deep sand.
With impeccable timing, not two minutes after I've given up any hope of escape that day, Joe Raffetto pulled up alongside me and hopped out to offer help. With a big smile, he introduced himself. After listening thoughtfully to my distraught backstory of being quickly humbled, he replied, "Ahh, a Greenhorn, eh?" - still smiling.
Quickly and skillfully Joe brought out his rescue gear, a pair of oversized rugged traction plates and his massive tactical grade tow strap.
In minutes he had me free and up on the sandbar. Joe gently recommended I hunker down there for the night and patiently await the new day's light to make my escape back to pavement.
But I was a bit embarrassed at my folly and didn't want to be on display all evening for whoever cruised on by... against his instructions and my better judgement, I Tried my luck again. Made it 1.5 miles but still 4 miles out, I hit deep sand and was again marooned.
Somehow, miraculously, Joe Raffetto found me - AGAIN - on his way back to the highway at the end of his starlight supper tour. The best of all Good Samaritans, he promised he would return to rescue me in the daylight.
Before I had even finished my breakfast the following morning, here comes Joe in his thunderous heavy military truck, with Michael McCormick driving the chase rig, a bright yellow Jeep. Within the hour they had me safely returned to HWY 78, and even invited me to share a cup of coffee with them before kicking me loose.
We sit out on the porch in the fresh air, already growing very warm beneath the rising winter sun. I shake my head in awestruck disbelief that the two most capable guys in all the desert just rescued me twice back-to-back and I'm sitting here with them, entranced by their storytelling, safely reunited with the paved road system. The two kindest souls I could have asked for, the immediate answer to my desert prayers for rescue.
Joe's parting words:
"Stay just this side of misadventure."
Their joint rescue that fateful morning - my first full day in the desert - proved to be hands down the most memorable adventure out of all the weeks I spent exploring the Anza-Borrego Desert. I'm stoked to revisit Anza-Borrego and book a tour with this uncommonly down-to-earth, genuine, neighborly, passionate, dedicated, knowledgeable and exuberant team of desert tour guides. I cannot recommend the California Overland crew highly enough. It'll be nothing short of world class.