This orange EB broke the rear output on his t-case. He was an ole-timer named Dennis who was wheeling the snot out of the rig, all while being stoic. In conversations he told me he had been coming here for decades. It was wild watching him walk up escalator on Hell's Revenge while the most of us struggled, buggies included. Best part.....he had a handicap tag on his Bronco! Nothing like seeing a handicap tagged Bronco wheeling Poison Spider in Moab
With Dennis only having 2wd, I was asked by Terry (our trail leader) to tow him the rest of the way through Poison Spider. I happily obliged. If you wheel with predominantly EB's, at least in the south as
will contend, you get a little flack....until its time to bring home the bacon. When you need a winch point, you're the first they choose. And when its time to hook up a strap...they want you to let her eat. No worries from this guy. I'm happy to be of service.
Everyone was helping spot my wife while I was attempting to get 2 rigs over obstacles. Special thanks to
for literally guiding, riding, and offering emotional support to her on "launch pad" and the rest of the obstacles while I was towing Dennis.
As we are making our way back,
had a tensioner pulley go bad and renders his Bronco inoperable. Their decision was to leave it and come back and get it with a new tensioner. All the while daylight was fading fast. Another hour or so goes by of towing Dennis. Slow and methodical. We reach a mild hill climb and as soon as I crested the obstacle, I'm looking in my rear view to make sure I get Dennis' orange EB over. On the descent I just barely scrape a rock while rear view wheeling. Or atleast I thought I just grazed it. Yet, why do I hear all of this gushing air? Turns out, that scrape was actually a 5" gash in my passenger sidewall. DAMN!!!! I'm hang me head in defeat at this moment. Not because of THAT tire, but because my spare has the same matching gash from a previous solo run at Durhamtown Offroad Park. I couldn't just get another b/c BFG discontinued that size. 38" tires are not so common a tire anymore. Very few choices left in the size I run. In fact, only one in the 14.50" width. Admittedly, in my haste to get 2 rigs ready for the trip I put it on the back burner and never came back to it. Well, it came back to me...and bit me. Luckily another EB we were running with had a 37" spare and beadlock. I swapped it out to keep the FSB-EB train moving. I just left it aired up so as not reek havoc inside the diff.
No pics of this. Too aggravated with myself plus no daylight=no time. It was after 10pm before we made it off the trail. We started at 10am. 12 hours of wheeling, with several hours at night, limping rigs off of Poison Spider (which none of us had never ran) was gnarly to say the least. It was an EPIC day in every way!!!
I chose to run Cliffhanger while most of the group went on Kane Creek. It was on my bucket list. I REALLY REALLY wanted to do it in the FSB as I'd never seen a fullsize go through it before. Its pretty tight in areas on the ledge (hence its name). But, after calling every tire shop in town, I couldn't find a 38" tire. I even inquired about a new set of 40's but all they had in stock were 37's. I was gonna pull the trigger on a new set of tires just to continue in the fullsize but I wasn't spending the coin to go down in tire size. Plus, this was the reason I brought 2 rigs for the trip.
KG had to do some work while we were there so she chose this day to do it. After 12 hours on Triple Threat, she made the decision rather quickly. So I ran solo in the EB. This day a trail leader was a Toyota pickup who's father was in the group with an EB. Not many action shots as it was just me. Towards the end of the trail on an obstacle my radiator house got into my serpentine belt on the EB. Subsequently I lost all my coolant. A fellow EB'er had a roll of silicone adhesive tape that he said had been in his tool box for 10 years and always wondered if he'd use it and if it'd work. "Now is as good of a time as any!" we both proclaimed. So after wrapping it generously and as tightly as I could, I reinstalled and filled with coolant. To both our chagrin, it held. So well, I ran it like that for the rest of the trip. I stopped in at the parts stores in town but no one had any radiator hoses in stock for an EB. I had a spare one for the fullsize that I was going to hack up if it didn't work. Luckily and surprisingly, I never needed it. I'll post a pic of the stuff when I can. It'll be a staple in my gear from here on out.
This was a short trail that most turned around halfway on. But I chose to finish it and I'm glad I did. I got to see Jacob's ladder and the overlook at the end. Sadly, no pics. I was pretty much drooling the whole time. It was a good thing b/c the FSB BBQ took place that night.
Faces were met, hands were shook, names exchanged, stories were told, boiled peanuts were experienced, cocktails were cheers'ed, and fun was had. Not everyone made the impromptu pic as it was towards the end and some were outside, some had left to repair rigs for the next day, and some returned to their families.
Was the run of Top of the World. This trail has always epitomized what Moab stands for to me. In every mental image I conjure up in my head after years of watching videos and hearing stories of Moab, this one always sticks out. Man possessed with his desire to explore and conquer. To reach the highest pinnacle of adventure. This point shall mark completion of his journey and reward him its spoils. And so it did.
It was an hour long pavement drive of so of the most scenic red rock alongside the Colorado River that we did not get any pics along the way. It was truly breathtaking to the point where we didn't want to miss a single curve.
At the start of the trail Wileec's starter died and before I could get turned around to see if he needed a jump
had already diagnosed and began replacement of the starter. I was happy to have gotten to run a trail with these guys. We didn't get a chance to meet up and wheel earlier like I hoped for. 2 dudes that know the area and are pretty well self sufficient. I enjoyed getting to know them and hang with their families for the brief time that we did.
I have more pics of this trail and other's rigs but.....Photobucket is trash.
As we were about to make our way back down
had a tie rod issue that needed to be addressed. So we stayed back to make sure he was all gravy before our descent.
This was also the day of the show-n-shine. Looking at the schedule and realizing this was going to be our last wheeling day, a feeling of bittersweet came over. To have met some really cool people, to have shared this journey together, and to be on this iconic trail was overwhelming. While the tunes were playing over the speakers and taking in the scenery, I may or may not have shed a SINGLE tear behind my shades. In these iconic rigs, on this iconic trail was a literal dream come true for me. On the way down the trail, groups of Jeeps, Land Cruisers, and Toyotas parted ways so this group of Broncos could pass. Some may call it trail etiquette and it might have been but for some reason, it felt different. Not a superiority thing. Just a bit surreal.
We made our way back into town and straight into the show-n-shine like most of the other wheelers. Which makes a for a better show if you ask me. And if you didn't ask me....you should. With everyone lined up, it beckons "where has your Bronco taken you, where has it conquered? Does its bumps and bruises tell stories of adventure, excitement, and good times?
Wax and shine is cool and all but it seems a bit sacrilegious in Moab. This is coming from a guy that will run over a tree to avoid mud. I got a chuckle looking over at
's wrinkled up tinfoil next to some of the street cruisers. In those moments you gotta ask yourself, which has a better story to tell?...."I sanded and buffed this for hours" or "I ran "insert Moab trail here
" in this."
Its all about the stories and times had man.*read in Matthew McConaughey voice*