Walker’s Towing

I may have the dubious honor of being the stupidest tourist to ever have his ass saved by Walker’s towing.
It’s May of 2011. I am driving up the coast in a rented convertible (this, you see, is the fun part of my quarter-​life crisis).
I arrive at a no-​name beach just north of Fort Bragg, and in a fit of gleeful exuberance, I park, leap out of the car, change into my bathing suit, and promptly lock the keys right in the trunk.
I spend the evening on hold with Hertz rental car watching the sun set over the Pacific. The lady on the phone has told me that no locksmith will be able to help me, and that they will have to tow the car all the way back to Sacramento. This is horrible news, since I am trying to get to Portland, in the exact opposite direction.
They send Walker’s out just as I am wondering how long it takes to die of exposure in northern California.
Kevin, bless him, arrives and has the trunk open within 15 minutes. Six months later, I still have his business card in my wallet. I was, and remain, eternally grateful.

Last night, my wife and I were enjoying our wedding anniversary on the beach at Van Damme State Park. We were going to check out a sea lion and decided we should lock up the car first. That’s when we learned the keys were missing. The only two places they could be were locked in the glove box or buried in the sand. After 45 min of digging in the sand, we called Walker’s to try to open the glove box. By the way, it was about 10:00 pm when we finally called.
Dan the driver showed up and worked HARD at picking the lock. After close to an hour, I said screw it and asked him to just break the lock. He obliged and got the glove box open, only to find out the keys weren’t there.
This is when the heroics start. My wife and I were totally frustrated and had resolved that we’d have to call someone to bring the spare key from Santa Rosa the next morning. Not Dan. He pulls his truck around to shine the lights on the beach and he starts digging. We joined him although it seemed futile since we had both already covered this ground at least three times. Twenty minutes later (at least 11:30 by now), Dan says, «Oh! Here we are!» He casually flips my keys to me like this was the normal course of business, and chuckles as my wife and I are both about to kiss him. I opted to slip Dan a twenty toward a case of beer instead of a smooch for his sand-​digging effort, and I hope he’s enjoying those beers as I write this.
Walker’s, you should be proud of this guy. He’s a true professional.

Me and my wife were on our way to a nice dinner when we got stranded. Got a hold of this place and they were there in 20 mins.
It really put a damper on out night out to fort brag, but this place, specifically the driver Kevin made it much easier for us.
Highly recommended and very professional.

These guys are the best. Professional, honest, and prompt.
If you live in or around Mendocino and drive a car, you will eventually find yourself in need of their sevices and they will bail you out of your jam.
Over the years I have seen them pulling rolled over logging trucks up from the cliffs above the ocean an have seen them towing tourists cars off the beach before the tides swallowed them. These guys are the best.