The trip included
myself, Adam and Ray along with his young'uns. I camped overnight
and hoped that someone would come, 8:30 passed, 9:00 passed, around
9:15 Ray showed up and then Adam another 5 minutes later. Around
9:30 or so we decided to go.
It was another
splendid Rocky Mountain day, not to hot and not cold. The aspens
were turning, Bonus! We treaded up the trail and it progressively
got harder and harder. We were doing okay, and taking some of the
harder lines, but French Creek stopped us. Or maybe I should say
it stopped me. I tried over to the right a couple of times and came
off pretty hard and decided to take the left. Somewhere on that
side I also bent my bumper in on the passenger side and bent the
fender. As I got over the crest of the big rock on that side, I
started to get a little loose and stuck on the rear diff and had
to winch forward. Adam and Ray both made it through okay. Adam does
good because of the height and those Goodyear MTR's , and Ray just
has this smooth kind of driving style.
We saw James at the creek and chatted for a bit before continuing
We all made
it up to the city where we enjoyed lunch, and I pulled my bumper
back out. Adam wanted to try for Cleveland Rock. Cleveland Rock
is a huge angular mass of rock with more vertical area the horizontal.
I wasn't so sure, but we went anyway. Ray hung back a bit, while
Adam tried first. He got good line, but didn't have the power and
gears for it. After a thirty-point turn, we got him back and away.
Adam has a little more height than me, so I wasn't so sure, I got
on Adam's line and soon realized that it was to tall a vertical
climb for the rear. I started to back down, slid to the left and
had the left rear on like the vertical edge to the side of the tire.
It worked, and I climbed up onto Cleveland Rock. It
was pretty cool! I went up and turned around, and the trip down
the rock was a little scary, but still cool.
We made the
trip back down without incident, and aired up back at the road,
where I found the right hand upper shackle bolt was missing the
nut. I always try to check the truck out before hitting the road
again and this is why. I don't know where the nut went, (they are
the self locking kind), but Ray had a spare and hooked me up. All
and all it was a really great trip. I wish I had seen more of you
there, but a great time was had nonetheless.