What the Heck Happened to Uncle Mike?
So I take off from yacolt at about 7:00, and meet up with nick at 8:00 in vancouver, me in the Travelall and him in the 800.
I have a reasonable idea how to get to gales creek, and we hit town at about 9:06. Guess what, no shell station.
Nothing is open, so there is no one to ask. We decide it must be further down gales creek road, and end up in forest grove.
Well this stinks, so we decide to head back, and check around the route 6, gales creek road turn off. We head up 6, and sure-nuff, there is a shell station. We pull in and ask if there were some scouts in earlier, yes, we missed them by about 20 minutes, and he thinks the were headed to browns camp, so I get a map and directions, and off we go to mile post 33.
I'm a little slower then nick, so he gets a little ahead of me, but I catch up to him, pulled over, holding his head, and his buddy adrian waving me down.
They lost the front u-joint on the rear drive line! They heard a whoomp whoomp whomp and then a snap and then ching ching ching. Nick was smart enough to start pulling over when the thing started whomping, so when it let go all was well.
I suggested we drop the drive line, and they head out in four wheel drive high. We had no problem getting to banks.
I told the strawberry blond behind the counter what we needed and she gave me a deer in the head lights look. The guy behind the counter however, knew what we needed, and had it on hand, including the u-bolts.
So we headed back to browns camp, and went through some mud and I had to back out of one trail, but all in all we had a pretty good time.
Next time I will make a better effort to know where the meeting place is.