Unforetunately that was our last run though, one other in our group managed to shear off all four heads on the bolts on his truetrac. Funny thing was we only found one head after an exhausted search. Anyway, we tugged him through the tough stuff, he limbed in front wheel drive on the easy stuff, blew a bead, reseated the bead thanks to my homebrewed Co2 tank, got him to the trailhead, strapped him the remaining 11.3 miles back to camp, yanked out two batteries, two jumper cables, a 7014 rod and a few minutes later we had the truetrac welded up. being that no one in the club trailers anything, we figured it would be best to just lay low on Sunday at Left Hand and do a little swimming and cliff jumping. He and everyone else made it back home without incident and safe, which is always the best way to get home. The funny part was my daughter was killing all the obstacles but scared to death to drive through the canyons on route 6 coming home (first road trip).
