- Location
- Draper, UT
So my wife and I decided to beat the heat today. Let's go drive along skyline drive I say, it's beautiful and this really easy dirt road (my wife does Not like to wheel). We started onto skyline drive from Hw 6. Easy going, stunning scenery, cool temps. We did the stretch from 6 to 31 with a couple side trips to scout out possible camping places. So on to the next segment, the part just south of 31. We drove a little while past where the road improvements end then parked to eat our lunch and enjoy the magnificent view of the SanPete (?) valley. While we were eating, the thunderstorms rolled in. Fantastic show. Ok, time to continue on south and drop down at Spring City Canyon.
Holy crap, I now know that the road base for the unimproved section is dried snot, and guess what you get after it rains, and hails. I have never been so happy to see deeply rutted roads in my life, cause to quote Arlo Guthrie, on one side there was a mountain, on the other there was nothing. In some stretches, I could use existing ruts to keep me from sliding sideways off the road, in others, I intentionally dropped a tire into the ditch on the uphill side, because the ditch on the downhill side was about 4000 feet deep. I was in 4-low for about 8 miles, just to limit forward momentum. Mind you, I'm not talking mud bogging here. There couldn't have been more than 1/8-1/4 inch of rain, it was just that slippery. The weird part was that it looked dry, as the front wants to slide off to the left and the back wants to slide off to the right. And me, trying to act calm and collected the whole time so my wife doesn't get so scared she never leaves the house again.
My off-camber detector has a sensitivity level that I didn't know existed...
Sorry, no pics, but if I hurry with the camera, I think my knuckles are still white.
Holy crap, I now know that the road base for the unimproved section is dried snot, and guess what you get after it rains, and hails. I have never been so happy to see deeply rutted roads in my life, cause to quote Arlo Guthrie, on one side there was a mountain, on the other there was nothing. In some stretches, I could use existing ruts to keep me from sliding sideways off the road, in others, I intentionally dropped a tire into the ditch on the uphill side, because the ditch on the downhill side was about 4000 feet deep. I was in 4-low for about 8 miles, just to limit forward momentum. Mind you, I'm not talking mud bogging here. There couldn't have been more than 1/8-1/4 inch of rain, it was just that slippery. The weird part was that it looked dry, as the front wants to slide off to the left and the back wants to slide off to the right. And me, trying to act calm and collected the whole time so my wife doesn't get so scared she never leaves the house again.
My off-camber detector has a sensitivity level that I didn't know existed...
Sorry, no pics, but if I hurry with the camera, I think my knuckles are still white.