Binderbound
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Back story...ss2(Mike) had been thrashing to get his Scout done before the ihon fall sierra rallye. He also wanted to tow down with his super cool 67 1200 Travelall. As it came closer to crunch time, he figured out it just wasn't in the cards. To add insult to injury, the transmission in his tow rig had been acting up. Mike and I struck a deal that I would pull his junk down for him if he covered everything(except food). Also, Mike is sort of green at this whole 'extreme' wheeling thing and needed some help on the very famous fordyce trail. I told him I would love to spot him and help him get through.
Fast forward to 7:15am Thursday morning. Zeke(the wonder dawg) and I get Mike, his camping gear, and his Scout on the trailer. With directions, gps, an atlas, and my uncanny sense of direction, we headed out for a weekend of adventure. 12 hours later we roll into the sisco grove camp ground off of hwy 80, just above truckee, CA. It was cold. I mean cold! Witches tit in a stainless bra cold. We threw on what clothes were easily accessible and set up 'camp'. I threw a tarp on the trailer and wrapped up in blankets and my bag. Mike had a cute little tent set up. Zeke had hair.
In the morning we broke camp, looked for some food, did some last minute Scout work and set out on our adventure. We arent 'total' idiots and set off on this journey blind. We stopped at the forest service office and picked up a book that had some decent trail maps. We also got a map from the store owner.
It was still very cold. The high wasn't supposed to be above freezing and it was supposed to snow off and on all day. Luckly we were mostly prepared. I'm glad I had a beard, notice how pale Mike is...
Yes, thats snow.
The road is pretty easy then the obsticals start abruptly.
One of the big things Mike wanted done before this run was beadlocks. After a big flat in the crushers and getting some new meats, they were on his 'to do' list. He decided to air down after the first obstical, with beadlocks we went conservative and ran 8.5 psi.
Fast forward to 7:15am Thursday morning. Zeke(the wonder dawg) and I get Mike, his camping gear, and his Scout on the trailer. With directions, gps, an atlas, and my uncanny sense of direction, we headed out for a weekend of adventure. 12 hours later we roll into the sisco grove camp ground off of hwy 80, just above truckee, CA. It was cold. I mean cold! Witches tit in a stainless bra cold. We threw on what clothes were easily accessible and set up 'camp'. I threw a tarp on the trailer and wrapped up in blankets and my bag. Mike had a cute little tent set up. Zeke had hair.
In the morning we broke camp, looked for some food, did some last minute Scout work and set out on our adventure. We arent 'total' idiots and set off on this journey blind. We stopped at the forest service office and picked up a book that had some decent trail maps. We also got a map from the store owner.
It was still very cold. The high wasn't supposed to be above freezing and it was supposed to snow off and on all day. Luckly we were mostly prepared. I'm glad I had a beard, notice how pale Mike is...
Yes, thats snow.
The road is pretty easy then the obsticals start abruptly.
One of the big things Mike wanted done before this run was beadlocks. After a big flat in the crushers and getting some new meats, they were on his 'to do' list. He decided to air down after the first obstical, with beadlocks we went conservative and ran 8.5 psi.
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