3 - Moab Rim
at the crack of dawn...sort of. My body is raring to go, but
my brain says ugh! I crawl out of my bunk at the hostel and
begin to prepare myself for the day's journeys. I put on my
ugliest jeans and a scrappy shirt. I'm dressed for major Jeeping
but my brain is still saying ugh.
I begin prepping my TJ. Move this, store that etc.. I think
I was mostly trying to get my brain prepped. It was not working!!!
I headed to breakfast. Surely, that will get me started. It
failed! I faced the facts, as sad as they were. I am not ready
to drive anything bouncy. That is really sad, considering that
I live on a trampoline and I love to go wheeling But after 25
years of gymnastics, I know when my body and mind are not in
sync, and I know not to push it.
head to a copy center, figuring them not to be open.
I planned to prep my brochures (name # etc.). Betty was in charge
that day and she was a wheeler and had been looking at buying
a portable fridge, so she was real interested. She was a great
help and I needed it. Too much mush upstairs. [George sells
portable refrigerators from Dometic
as a side-business.]
head down to 4 Wheel of Moab. Eric was set up as my contact
by Rockrawler.com. Good move, Mike, because he and his partner
and crew are awesome. I hung theere for much of the day shooting
the odd and the rolls as they came in to the little shop of
gurus. Everything from a cute bucket roadster 4x4 (real bucket
body) to...oh my. Can it be?
Bruce Brownson, this month's feature
rig on Rockcrawler.com. The one that was to never be built
again. Well guess what. He'll be building it again, because
it rolled over end to end and then sideways. Right now the motor
is seized. Further diagnosis tomorrow.
Now my brain is starting to awaken. Hmmmmmm I'm missing the
fun! Yeah, Yeah, vrooom vroomm I'm starting to crank. I feel
synchronization between body and mind coming...almost got it
to start. OK I'll just head up into the hills to take pictures.
This place is gorgeous. I'm two minutes away from town and look
what I find!! A little further up the road and I find 4x4's.
Fancy that. A group of locals is heading up a trail. Oh, ok.
I'll tag along. Hmm what trail it this? Must be a nothing local
trail. We climb some stairs, circle some little drop off's,
etc. Some have difficulties trying to get their aired down tires
to grab the stair and lift the rig up and over. Not an easy
What trail is this? The locals say...OK, that's all the hard
stuff on this trail, so we are turning around now. Sounds good
to me, because, though having been more in sync than before,
I still am not all there.
I go, and behind me is a black Land Cruiser. Later, behind me
is not a black Cruiser but a kid. "Gotta Winch? We rolled."
I don't have one but a big Bronco below me did. I pulled over
and walked up as the Bronco headed back up to the rescue. Hmm
what trail is this?
dats one big rock... er- boulder the hood and windshield are
hugging. But... then again without the hug it would have been
a long long way down! Righted up with a winch and she drove
off. Scarred and dented, but drivable. His new paint job and
trail is this? Swapped stories with the roller...er... driver.
I did not tell him that my mushy mind failed to even pull my
disconnect pins (TK Sliders) or even air down for this jaunt.
He admitted "yep. Done this trail a thousand times and I just
let myself get comfortable. Taught myself a lesson," he said.
"You just can't stop thinking on the"
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