Back in the mid eighty's I would head out of town and cut back in toward the beach on about any road or path I found. I had a 2 wheeled drive 69 Suburban with a 396 that thought it was a Jeep and yes, it flew the emblem. I found a cut in the fence and a road/path way before where the turn off is to La Pinta. ( never went in that way back then, looked way to easy

) It wound around some and then it went up to the top of the steep dunes on the north end of La Pinta. Gillespie's, I think, was south of where we would park on the top of the dune's. Don't know how they did it, but at one time someone had managed to get a trailer up there. All that was left of it for the most part was hidden under the sand.
We'd walk down to where this old beat up Palapa was that you see in the picture and spent the day in seclusion. That day there was a huge tide that was just receding as the sun was going down as you can see by the deep foot prints left in the sand. If you chased the tide out on days like that you could damn near walk across to the peninsula. At one time there had been a huge Oyster farm out in that part of the estuary and there was still long sections of nylon ropes with the box's still attached that they left behind when it was abandoned. I heard it was a group of woman who ran it, but can't remember the name they used.... Anybody?
It was very close to where you can still see what looks like tailings from the mine (Roberto?) and yes, the fishing was great!