GWNF- Scouting Peter's Mill OHV trail and Big Levels (Map 27) Forestry Roads

I need to do something about those cock-eyed lights. Either way, this was the first trail ride opportunity I had upon the completion of the new bumper. The lights aren't even wired up as I ran into some complications yesterday before heading over to see the 'rents for Thanksgiving.

 I decided kind of spur of the moment to head down to George Washington National Forest to check out some trails. It was last minute and with the holiday I knew there wouldn't really be any takers.

 My typical shot of the signs from behind the truck.

Steve set me up with some maps he found online a few months back.

I first had to drive past the area of the trail head to obtain an OHV permit. You can get here from Exit 6 off of 66 West. I had to double back to this exit. The closest place to pick up a permit was Cook's Exxon and service plaza on Reservoir Rd in Woodstock, Va. It was about 17-20 miles out of the way down to 81 and then back up 81 and onto 66.

There is a way to come in off of 81 that puts you at the bottom of the trail and across from the ATV area in Edinburg Gap. I chose to double back so that I could follow this trail down, then get on the highway and continue down to the Big Levels area.

 The directions from the USDA Forestry website were spot on. Had no problem making my way to the trail head.

 The signage was pretty straightforward. 433 was what I was looking for. This is the only trail rated for vehicles over 50" wide.

 Most seem to run it from the South from Edinburgh and head North. I encountered about 6 other vehicles on the trail, all heading North. The trail is only one vehicle wide, but there were several areas along the way where one could find clearance to allow a vehicle to pass headed the other direction.

 I thought this fire pit was kinda cool; so, i circled it and took a photo.

 After a few whoops and humps initially, the trail was pretty tame. I enjoy this time of year because of the freezes and thaws that can make an otherwise tame trail a bit more interesting. In this case, there were quite a few modest puddles and pools to splash through and get your truck a bit muddy.

 Pristine mountain lake. You could see right to the bottom. It wasn't very deep. I was tempted to do some submarine action, but I believe this would have been contrary to the direction to 'stay on the trail'. So I stayed on the trail and took a picture from the bank instead.

 I set up the self-timer. Key when travelling alone. In the other trucks and Jeeps that passed, there was only one vehicle in each party. There generally was at least one other occupant. It also happened to be hunting season. I had wanted to let Maddy loose in a few areas, but neither of us had any blaze orange. So she had to stay cooped up.

 There were sporadic rock outcroppings, but this was a legitimate little rock garden. Again, still stock-friendly, but challenging enough to make you take notice. I had been traveling between 7-10 mph on the easier sections. Well I took this portion a bit too fast. I got some nice air unexpectedly rebounding up off of a rock before crashing down...hard...on another one. I reduced my speed thereafter.

 I got to an interesting four-way fork in the road where both my map and this sign showed that only two trails should be converging into 433. So I just followed my offroad default and continued on the right-most trail. it worked.

 This was the winning direction at the crossroads

 I was driving into the sun most of the afternoon. I should have gotten an earlier start.

 Hairpin turn here to the left. Nice opening to check out the valley and the mountainside across the way.

 It felt a lot more off camber than it actually was. When I got out and framed the shot, it was actually a bit embarrassing. "Just get back in the truck".

 I made it through to the other side. I ended up driving closer to 8 miles than the stated 6. I think the first mile or so wasn't technically 433 yet. I got nervous when my trip miletracker started rolling into 8 or 9 miles with no sign of the highway.

 I thought this sign was funny. There were portions when I thought maybe a Honda Civic could do the trail. Then there were parts where one decidedly could not, unless you had no intent of driving it through to the other side in tact. Now I did the full thing in 4Hi. I never needed 4Lo. One probably could muscle through in 2WD the full way, but that approach is much harder on the trails. I didn't have anything to prove.

 So I didn't pay close attention to the maps (shocker). And I took for granted how far apart Edinburg Gap was from the Big Levels area. It is about an hour further south down 81 to end up south of Staunton. I knew it would be after dark before I got to that area. To complicate things, I didn't download enough of the maps to see the direct way from the North. So I drove further south to the bottom of the area and worked my way back up the various state roads to find the trailhead.

In retrospect, all one needs to do is take 64 East off of 81 for about 8-10 miles, then take Mt. Torrey Road over to where it intersects with Coal Rd. I ended up heading down 81 to a junction with Route 11, then making a left on 666 (scary...but actually pleasant. Not at all indicative of the mark of the beast). Take the right onto 608. The maps show it dead-ending but it actually just turns into someone's driveway. In the dark, it might be hard to make the distinction.

At this point though, the roads stopped being identified by their state number designations. I actually missed my intended turnoff onto 41 as it wasn't labeled as such on the sign or on my GPS. I realized I missed it when I came to a fork between continuing on 608 or running onto 667. I then deduced that the next road back after a Uturn would be my road. So you need to make that left onto St. Mary's if you come this way. Although I'm not sure why you would come this way unless you were coming from the South.

 This was purely guesswork. But when I saw that 42 I felt...hopeful. You can see how dark it was from the photo. And I had been driving for a long time to have to turn back at this point lost on the devil's road and such.

 I was on 42 for a while before I encountered this sign. Again I felt good as I saw on the Jeep forum that this area was called "Big Levels". I'm here.

 Took three different takes trying to get the right light setting.

 This is right before the trail. I thought this was going to be it. This was just a construction site. It was better marked than the actual trail.

The trail, surprisingly, showed up on my GPS...which is not showing up on my picture. This was helpful as there were two forks right before this section that I might otherwise have taken. Except I saw something about "Kennedy" on the forum and "Kennedy Ridge Trail" was showing up on my GPS. This turns out to be 162.

 I stopped to take a photo of the terrain changing a bit. This is the dust that was kicked up in the air showing up in the flash.

 I actually drove away from the trail...twice. And then I thought I  needed to go far enough in to get a flavor of it and see if it continues and gets more gnarly. It does. It rejected me twice. I got in and then wasn't sure I could get out. So I pressed on. Then  I saw a section where I would definitely need to do some winching. And in the pitch black, with random hunters driving around and walking around, I just didn't want to be there in the dark, alone and vulnerable. Call me a punk if you want. There's just no need to push the envelope to that extent when this trail is so close to home. I'm definitely coming back with some reinforcements. Each of the roads looks to be about 4 miles long. Between maneuvering the technical portions and then doubling back to access the other sections, a group could easily spend a day just on these three forestry roads. So I decided to call it a night and pull the ill 18 point turn to double back out.

 This is what sent me back. It doesn't look like much here, but the valley was about 3/4 deep as I am tall and then the next crest is well within my wheel base. If I didn't high center, then I would 'bridge' the valley and have all 4 wheels off the ground. I could see this happening. Or, because the valley is at an angle to the direction of travel, I could go off-camber and partially roll and lose traction. It would definitely be fun to cross, just not at night.

We will be back, weird, leaf-covered humps.

Anyway, there is a convenience store about 7 miles from this start point. This will be the rally point before heading down to this trail in January. Really looking forward to coming back to the area to tackle this and scout more of the forestry 'roads'.
We still need to get over to Trail Map 9 and finish that loop as well. That's the only remaining OHV 'trail'. But now I'm discovering that the 'roads' may have more challenges to offer than the trails.

This is my new mission. Chronicle the roads.

New Front and Rear: Birth of the Landshark

I wasn't really sure what that term meant. I had to look it up and make sure there weren't any unintended connotations. I'll do a proper build thread on it. For now here are some quick highlights.

When I first even learned what a Pre-Runner was, I was not at all interested in that bumper style. I actually very much liked my stock chrome bumper. As time progressed though, I realized it was more so in my way than doing anything for me. I really wanted to have a stinger hoop, but I couldn't, without further modifications to the chrome bumper, appropriately anchor anything back towards the frame or the winch brackets. I also realized I would have the opportunity to expose more of the front tires and possibly clear larger tires without having to worry about encroaching on the bumper. That kinda led to the slow march towards ultimately removing the front bumper shroud.

 The rear winch was something I was always interested in. I was really just interested in having one winch and two potential hookups. I may have still been content to just run one, except that I knew I was going to invest significant time in constructing a new front end. And as I've stated before, the old T-max winch had lost the ability to free spool. I was to work on the front bumper on this particular day, but my wife made dinner plans with friends, which meant I now had dinner plans which were conflicting with my build plans. I figured I could pretty quickly work up something to move the winch to the back. I knocked this out in a few hours. I was actually a bit sad to lose the rear bumper. It wasn't quite the same after the body lift. I liked the stickers that I had, but I can just order replacements I suppose.

 When I finish the build thread, I'll have to come back here and try to insert a link here. The Build Thread I did a test drive with the newly installed stinger bar. Then I pulled back into the garage to position the rear end to receive its new accent piece as well. I just welded this cross bar and the Bite-Back teeth onto the stock bumper mounting brackets. The teeth also serve as an additional standing surface. I haven't tested them yet though as tonight was rather humid and the paint wasn't drying as quickly as it has on prior nights. It was still tacky.

 My wife actually paid the bumper a bit of a compliment. It is not quite as obnoxious as she thought it was going to be. I was intentionally going for obnoxious. There's no reason for a stinger this size. I just got it because I could. Although I have no desire to strike a deer, my hope is that the large hoop will help to deflect the carcass downward and under the vehicle as opposed to up and into the passenger compartment.

The teeth in the rear are obviously for Double-Tapping zombies. Hit them with the zombie plow in the front. Then back over them again for good measure. 

Deconstructing the front end

Well, I've heard it enough times and experienced the result of not following the advice: The front receiver hitch could  no longer remain in position. I got hung up numerous times and even popped a winch cable when I didn't realize a  stump had caught the  underside of it.

It proved to be challenging even getting rid of the damned thing. I noticed right before Rock Run that at least the two weld nuts inside the frame on the driver side had broken free. This allowed the mounting bolts essentially to spin freely upon attempts to remove. I was able to snug it back up enough that the full assembly no longer rattled. And after getting hung up a bit more at Rock Run, I knew it had to go.

Well, I managed to knock a third weld nut free by this time. The only thing I knew to do was to loosen as much as I could and then cut through the bolts.

I backed one bolt out no problem. I cut two more without incident, but in so doing, I burned up quite a few blades. In retrospect, I needed to back down the Sawzall to a lower speed setting. Well, I brought out one of my longer blades that had more aggressive teeth. And that aggression went right through...and found my lower radiator hose. I thought for certain it was high enough and out of the way. I was wrong.

What a debacle that was.

Replacing the hose wasn't the problem. I failed to ensure that the radiator refilled once I was done. I put more into the reservoir, but the system was airlocked. No coolant got into the radiator and I nearly burned up the engine. Idiot.

Anyway, we recovered from those missteps, got the hitch off, and I also removed the rest of the bumper and valence.

This is how we will be looking for a while.

While I'm at it, I decided to order a new winch. I'll shift this one to the back. The clutch is permanently stuck "IN" which prevents me from free-spooling. If it ultimately fails, I don't want to have to potentially deconstruct again anything that I'm building in the front. I've wanted the option of having front and rear winch-ability. I committed to the full-time front mount after Moab and realizing how inconvenient it would be to retrieve a winch from stowage in the rear toolbox, then mounting it, then wiring it up, and finally spooling out cable. I've seen several of the dedicated rock crawlers that  have permanently mounted winches front and rear. I will be moving in this direction as well.

In some respect, it is almost an acceptance of my susceptibility to getting stuck. Some of the more built-up trucks don't run any winches. At best, they may run a recovery strap through an opening in their rear receiver. Then some other bad @ss truck can just pull up and offer a quick tug backwards off of something. Well, I'll just be capable of pulling myself forwards or backwards as necessary.

I've had to postpone my ambitions for the front and rear lockers to take care of other obligations. I think picking up the second winch is a fair compromise. I'll run the power just to the second battery which should keep the wiring costs down.

I may get back there and look at ditching the rear bumper before Walking Dead comes on. I wonder...if...there's...time....

F.O.R.C.E. Inaugural Run- Rock Run OHV Park; Patton, PA

So I started an offroad club. I went on a trip to Scrubgrass, but no one came. I went solo and barely made it back out. I used my winch for the first time in self-recovery; so, that was good. This past weekend though, I successfully put together a trail ride and was even the trail leader. I'd like to thank Steve and Angel for their bravery and commitment to following me into the woods. We were even joined impromptu by a couple Jeep enthusiasts. Below are the chronicles of what I have captured on my camera. We will have to work out some footage transfer from some of the other guys.

 I didn't even bother fully removing the mud from the prior weekend as I knew there was a fairly good chance of encountering more on this trip.

 Steve and I met up in Rockville and started heading north on 270. Angel left around the same time and we linked up on 70 around Hagerstown, MD. We were now a full convoy.

 The trucks represented a good cross-section of capability. Steve's 4Runner is pretty close to stock, but he is a former Jeep owner with prior offroad experience. I would say my Frontier is moderately modified, and all of my experience has been over the course of the past year exclusively in this truck/format. And then there's Cruzer's truck. Titan swapped...33 MTs, replaced for locked rear axle, etc, etc. We agreed that we'd try out the green trails to see what the actual level of difficulty is and see about potentially graduating to blues if that proved viable.

 Along the way, a little road trip magic happened. About 8 miles out from Patton, I missed a left onto a small thoroughfare. The GPS redirected to a larger road, but I radioed to the group that I thought it might be interesting to follow this little road that was initially suggested. It was windy, dark, and poorly lit. Ahead in the distance someone had their high beams on. And I thought it was obnoxious that they didn't dim them as we approached. Then I realized they were on the wrong side of the road partially on the shoulder. My night vision was already affected; so, I couldn't quite make out what was going on. Cruzer, I think, had a better vantage point and speculated that it looked like a lady had hit a deer. We got about half a mile down the road before a suitable turnaround point presented itself. We elected to return to render aid.

In the photo above is Lynn, part of the namesake of JoeLynn Pizzeria (her husband Joe is the other part). She borrowed Cruzer's phone, I secured some tools from my recovery box, and Steve held the light or something. We helped her remove the dangling portions of her bumper. She was otherwise unscathed. The deer apparently scampered off into the woods.

 We were on our way here. There wasn't a lot going on in this quaint little tavern. We again had a little bit of a skipped jukebox moment. But folks warmed up and eventually the proprietor started to offer recommendations of things we could do while in town. There was a benefit dance hosted at the local VFW chapter building. Normally one has to be a service member, but we were told we would be allowed in, and we were. So we partied there. It was...interesting. A mom, pregnant with her second child I think, hit on me. She wanted me to know that she had a biracial baby. I suppose that was a highlight.

 We were in communication with the park office on the drive up. They were staying open later than normal as there was a night run going on. However, our anticipated 945pm arrival was going to be beyond their special hours for the evening. We car camped in the adjacent lot. In the morning, Steve and I left to get more Sheetz while Cruzer slumbered. These shots were taken as we got back to wake up our new sleepy friend.

 The camp office and facilities were refreshingly modern and professionally outfitted. Many places are little more than a trailer or roughly constructed building. We were promptly and courteously escorted to our campsite by a staff member that was dispatched by radio. I also bought a decal immediately upon checking in.

 So we opted for the area that is frequented by Jeepers. The park primarily caters to ATVs, UTVs, dirtbikes etc. Anything that isn't...that...is just considered a Jeep. So we were invited to switch from Red Oak and go to where the Jeep community goes. It is a relatively new site offering, Maple campgrounds. When we got there, the staff member suggested we go seek out "John" and then leave with the large group of modified Jeeps and Buggies. We smiled politely but generally were not going to set ourselves up for that level of disappointment. Almost no truck in that group was running anything less than 35. Most had full external cages. One specifically looked like a misfit straight out of Satan's workshop. Still, we didn't quite have a good sense of our bearings from the map as the campgrounds were not shown on the trail map. One couple was actually very helpful in aiding me in getting oriented with the map. There were in a trailered monstrosity, but seemed to be there as a part of their own excursion. They ventured out alone leaving the rest of the monsters behind.

By the time I pitched my tent and Cruzer had offloaded most of his effects, the large group still had shown no imminent signs of departure. We elected to just go try our hand at navigating the map. About 1/4 mile from the site, I observed that two well-built (but on the tamer side of their present brethren) had fallen in tow behind us. We stopped at the port-a-john (it was morning after all), made introductions and decided to head out as an impromptu group with me at trail lead position. The above picture might be my favorite from the day.

One thing I noticed is that when trying to wrangle a dog, make sense of a map, and steer, there isn't really much opportunity for photos. The guys also pointed out towards the end of the trip that I spent a fair amount of time facilitating my own recovery; so, that might have to do with the limited photos as well. Jerks.

 Many of the green trails were relatively short. Some were only 1,000 feet or so. The terrain wasn't particularly difficult, but the proximity of trees at hairpin turns made free entry/egress a bit difficult. One I passed on simply because, for 600 feet or so of excitement, it just wasnt worth the body damage potential when a perfectly good fire road ran alongside and connected to the next trail junction. We started at the northernmost part of the park, up by Turkey Flats and started working our way clockwise around and down to finish up at the Radio Road section of the park.

On my Youtube Channel, there will be some video of the boys taking a few of the mud puddles at high speed. It is the stuff of truck commercials.

I was curious about the "Mud Bogs" shown on the map. A couple of the Jeepers had been here last year and warned that it was more like a muddy lake than a bog. They were correct. As soon as we rolled up, people who were standing around the mud bog immediately started pointing at me. I felt self-conscious. Really, they were pointing at my snorkel. And because a dude has a snorkel, folks expect you to plunge into anything wet.

The snorkel does not make the truck waterproof. In fact, every time I get asked about it, I mention the same refrain about how if it were caulked (which I still haven't done) and outfitted with the appropriate DIY fitting to the airbox (also undone), I could make the engine absolutely impervious to water infiltration. As it stands now, it is a suitable deterrent, but I'd better not stop moving if I encounter water. There's also the risk to our notoriously low-hanging alternators. Nonetheless, I got called out, so I decided I better do my due diligence.

I brought my waders on this trip. I thought it was overkill. I still don't even have a preferred method of stowing them in the truck aside from them being neatly folded in the back seat with Maddy. But I used them. My smarts were immediately regarded as the stuff of legend. My front tag was hanging off. I obtained my screwdriver and removed it. I secured a few other things and moved my dog over to Steve's truck. Then I I walked the full length in my waders checking for concealed entrapments. Branches, tree roots, old car parts. To the far left of the bank, the hard pack bottom turned to a soupier, suctiony mess that threatened to retain me. Murmuring arose within the crowd. "Is he stalling?" Then Cruzer remarked, "I'm probably just going to steal your thunder".

When I next looked up, he was halfway across the pond in his truck. To myself I thought, "I wasn't worried about being first, just don't want to be the last guy stuck. Take your precautions."

 I took the steeper embankment down. I thought I might spear the lower portion like a trail-outfitted lawn dart and be stuck with my aft end in the air. Fortunately that didn't happen. The exit was going to be much easier on the far end.

 That's my truck way off in the distance. It was THAT much water. It kinda looks like the boat Jenny from Forrest Gump.

Cruzer made several trips. At one point, I jokingly remarked, "If you go again, you ought to try doing some doughnuts." He actually did a slow motion doughnut which was pretty ballsy as his trajectory did take him a bit further out into the soupy part than I had expected when describing the limits of what I had felt and what some of the regulars had cautioned to me as I was wading out there. 

Steve has pictures/video of the waders.

 So we're wrapping up our exploits of playing shrimp boat captains (Only Cruzer and I went in) when one of the 'helpful' guys we had met earlier suggested a new trail. It was marked but hadn't even been drawn into the map yet. It didn't even have a trail number yet, but it "would be great fun for [us] guys". Maybe I should study the literary art form of foreshadowing a bit more. I'm clearly giving away that what ensued was a cluster of an ordeal.

 It started off friendly enough. The trail was so new that it was largely just a depressed grass pathway amongst tall blades of switchgrass. The path meandered for a bit, took us into a lightly wooded area with a few roots, stumps, and rocks to maneuver amongst. Then it was back to poppy fields and such. What a delightful little trek this was. Then into the bowels of hell we went. There was a muddy embankment snarled with tree routes that bottomed out into a muddy muck with some sizable rocks in the bottom before quickly ascending again. With my long wheelbase, I was all but assured of nose-diving in and not being able to rebound back up. Even if I was fortunate to tame the rollercoaster, I then was going to have a tight hairpin turn on the upslope further complicated by a downed tree. Excellent.

With some quick winching and liberal use of my front receiver as a plow, I ...modified...the upslope. Steve passed on this. Wise choice. Next up were the Jeeps. They had some difficulty, more so for the second Jeep as more and more of the bank gave way and afforded less traction. By the time it was Cruzer's turn, I think even he had some difficulty upon locking his rear (which made some unhappy sounds).

 I don't have much narration on those activities because I elected to try to move forward so as not to further stall the groups progress. Only 4 car lengths away, however, was the next "creek crossing" that we were promised. I tried to take it at an angle and navigate the length of the creek, but I instead slipped off the bank as it gave way under my weight and...you guessed it...lawn-darted into the opposite bank. Tried to winch forward but I couldn't pull the front end up. Tried putting the tree saver higher up onto the tree to lift, but I could see it bogging down (and probably nearing the breaking limit, as we've experienced before). Then we tried jacking up the front end as I stood knee deep in muck. But there was no finding the bottom of this mess. My offroad jack base disappeared into the abyss. I retrieved it by hand and was now nearly fully covered in muck. Like ants drawn to a melting popsicle on a a hot day, seemingly every ATV rider descended on the spectacle of the trapped Frontier. The Jeep winched me backwards, but then I was high centered on my rock rails. Cruzer worked feverishly hacking away at the opposing bank and others grabbed down tree limbs and rocks to throw into the far side of the bank. I again rehooked my winch to the front and winched forward. On the far bank, there was also a large boulder tangential to the path that I was preparing to blaze back up to the bypass road where Steve's truck was parked. Once I winched over to the other bank, we unhooked and rehooked to a tree at about 2'oclock position from my present bearing. And I snatched myself over to the right, on top of, and across the boulder. At the top of the hill, there were two trees to thread and then a downed tree about a foot in diameter and 30-40 feet long. It was the only thing in my way. And I decided I was going to lift it and clear it by hand. I did. I resurrected my Strongest Man competition career on that day. (And when I woke up the next morning, I retired said resurrection).

 I felt like the biggest loser. But then our new friend ran into a similar calamity. And he was on 35s with an aggressive M/T tread. Now, two dudes in buggies rolled up. They were nice. They were like, "Hey," in a rich, thick southern drawl, "Y'all want for us to go across and pull yer buddy out?" There was some discussion about whether we were in their way or how they'd like to cross. Then finally it was determined that we weren't in any particular rush. This Jeep actually has a winch, but he wanted to try to cross without using it. "In that case, we can pretty much just cross wherever."

And that's what they did. These dudes could drive over trees, this muck...whenever and wherever they wanted. Yes, it was stupid cool. But then we were all like, "In a way, it must be boring. You  never get stuck. You just go where you want. There's no challenge."

Now, maybe the black trails kick their @sses, but on this stuff, it's just kinda like "Meh".

We got creative and made up some bypasses. For this stretch everyone said, "Well, we rely on Will to show us where not to go, and by the time the last guy goes, we've figured out where the best path is".

It's not that I choose bad lines. I think most would attempt to follow the trail as I did if they were in the lead. But when the trail conditions break down/deteriorate, it becomes clear that an alternate path should be taken. It just so happens that me and my truck were the key to that clarity.

 Cruzer's Xterra.

 We ran a few trails after that. We inadvertently meandered onto a few more blues. Then we were working on making our way back to the main office and occasionally dipping onto a small green here or there in the Radio Road area. Well, Trail #2 is not simply a trail you dip into. One does not simply drive their truck onto trail 2.

Someone should make this into a meme.

I managed fairly well. I managed fairly well to crack the protective housing on my driver side, bed-mounted offroad light and to push in my rear fender well. I managed fairly well to make some 8-point turns. After that, it was good to be free. Steve and his 4Runner made out just fine. Shorter wheel-bases pretty much owned this trail. And it was fun. The dent is a dent. It wasn't true trail carnage; so, I took my lumps as an offering to the trail gods for a fun day in our trucks.

 We went and got refreshments. That's all that I'll say.

 Then there was fire making. I wasn't accustomed to this. I did make the rock ring. Beyond that I mostly observed the marvel that is fire.

 I illuminated my camp lights.

 Some of the badging that I've added to the truck including this latest edition. I'm going to make one up for Scrubgrass as they don't have any logo decals.

 Daytime at the campsite. The guys slept in their trucks. Maddy and I braved the rocky terrain in our tent.

 Uncandid, staged 'candid' with the self-timer.

 We tried to get a photo-opp here, but two guys towing their respective homes and toys on F-350s came ambling down the roadway. And the immensity of their possessions would not allow them to bypass us. So this became a hurried shot.

 Above I experimented with different shots on the road. I tried a rear-facing shot of the convoy.

 Maddy was pretty tuckered out. This is her knocked out in the backseat. She did better on this trip. The only annoying thing she kept doing was climbing into the front seat when I would get out to recover myself or take a picture. But she got so many repetitions of being told to go into the backseat that she can generally be redirected verbally on command. She's like, 'I know; get in my place'.

A little trail carnage. It adds character.

 Some dude saw I was 'in a club' and gave me a bunch of decals to offer to my members. I have members. I have a club.

Me and Veronica.

I'm going to take some time in the coming months to rework my front end to reclaim some clearance and such. I kept the front receiver on for structural integrity and front recovery points. But after shearing the weld-nuts free on the driver side and having limited to no use of it for it's intended function, it is about time for it to go. The new bumper I plan on making will have some recovery points and I'll look at maybe welding a 2" receiver (which I already have) somewhere in the front, but higher.