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After we wrapped up at Little Moab, Boogerface and I decided to go exploring between Allens' Ranch and Eureka.
We found some mines:
And enjoyed some views:
Found some snow:
And flopped the Bastard.
Weren't ready for that, were you? Neither were we.
As always, the pictures don't do it justice. The snow melt turned the road into some seriously greasy goop. I was coming back down this canyon, had had to do a bit of road building just 20 yards before to stay out of the ditch, and I guess was probably tired and picked the wrong line coming down this little v-notch. The truck started rotating too far on the drivers side, and kept sliding after I hit the brakes, and I couldn't get it in reverse in time.
Plop.
After I decided a self rescue was out of the question, I threw what I could grab into the backpacks and Boogerface and I hoofed it down the mountain. I didn't know where exactly we were, couldn't get cell signal or a GPS fix, and since we'd been roving I hadn't been keeping track of exactly how far up we were. Oh, did I mention that nobody knew where we were, and with my wife in Cedar City we probably wouldn't be missed until late Sunday night? At this point, we had shelter, a little bit of food and water, and just wanted to lose as much elevation as we could before the sun set and it got too cold. As luck would have it, we ran into a hunter a couple miles down the road who was awesome enough to give us a ride down the mountain. Cell service was very spotty (thanks Sprint), but I managed to raise Andrew and Tyson who both live nearby, and we headed back up the mountain as the sun was setting.
The recovery was stupid smooth, even in the pitch black. There was a convenient tree just uphill of me that we put the winch line on and yanked me back on all fours, then we tied off to the tree and moved the winch line to the front of the the Bastard and out it came onto level ground. We got all three trucks back down the greasy nasty canyon and out onto the country road without much more trouble, and now I'm home.
The Bastard is fine. No body damage at all, and it fired right up once we got it level. I lost the drivers side mirror, I've got a few new rattles to chase down, and my nerves are absolutely frayed, but other than that I'm amazed to be down the mountain with my truck intact.
Andrew, Tyson, you guys are awesomer than awesome. Thanks so much for your help today.
We found some mines:
And enjoyed some views:
Found some snow:
And flopped the Bastard.
Weren't ready for that, were you? Neither were we.
As always, the pictures don't do it justice. The snow melt turned the road into some seriously greasy goop. I was coming back down this canyon, had had to do a bit of road building just 20 yards before to stay out of the ditch, and I guess was probably tired and picked the wrong line coming down this little v-notch. The truck started rotating too far on the drivers side, and kept sliding after I hit the brakes, and I couldn't get it in reverse in time.
Plop.
After I decided a self rescue was out of the question, I threw what I could grab into the backpacks and Boogerface and I hoofed it down the mountain. I didn't know where exactly we were, couldn't get cell signal or a GPS fix, and since we'd been roving I hadn't been keeping track of exactly how far up we were. Oh, did I mention that nobody knew where we were, and with my wife in Cedar City we probably wouldn't be missed until late Sunday night? At this point, we had shelter, a little bit of food and water, and just wanted to lose as much elevation as we could before the sun set and it got too cold. As luck would have it, we ran into a hunter a couple miles down the road who was awesome enough to give us a ride down the mountain. Cell service was very spotty (thanks Sprint), but I managed to raise Andrew and Tyson who both live nearby, and we headed back up the mountain as the sun was setting.
The recovery was stupid smooth, even in the pitch black. There was a convenient tree just uphill of me that we put the winch line on and yanked me back on all fours, then we tied off to the tree and moved the winch line to the front of the the Bastard and out it came onto level ground. We got all three trucks back down the greasy nasty canyon and out onto the country road without much more trouble, and now I'm home.
The Bastard is fine. No body damage at all, and it fired right up once we got it level. I lost the drivers side mirror, I've got a few new rattles to chase down, and my nerves are absolutely frayed, but other than that I'm amazed to be down the mountain with my truck intact.
Andrew, Tyson, you guys are awesomer than awesome. Thanks so much for your help today.
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wow--no I wasn't expecting that. Glad everyone was ok.
