JB
09-06-2009, 10:23 PM
Sep 5, 2009
8:45am – Left house, filled up with gas at Exxon ($77.49)
9:45pm – Arrived in Santa Fe. Francie’s house is enormous. It is much bigger than I remembered. She still has the FJ80 sitting there. It's a 96 with 80k. Maybe 1000 of those in the last 8 years.
Sep 6, 2009
8:45am – Left the house, on the way to pick up ice and gas and onto Colorado.
1:15pm - Drove straight through Durango and stopped for lunch at Haviland Campground. I made a PBJ and ate Wheat Thins with ranch combined with a frosty Coors Light. It worked.
People have no idea what “slow traffic keep right” means. I am trying to relax, but my road rage, coupled with stupid low speed limits in NM are making that hard.
I am glad I have the topper. It has been raining off and on the whole trip out here.
I lost track of the time, but I hit up 110 out of Silverton and onto California Gulch. It was a pretty easy trail and offered great scenery. I had been up this trail once before, two years ago with Derick. The trail ended at Lake Como, where you have the choice to go down Poughkeepsie, or go down Corkscrew. I chose PK. There is really only one section that is difficult. If my truck sat 4” higher I would have walked down the whole thing. I got about 100 yards from the hard part when I came upon a Scout and a redneck-d out Chevy. The Chevy had driven off in the mud, gotten stuck, and torn apart the ground pretty bad in the process. The Scout guy looked nervous when I showed up because he knew his buddy was a dumbass. I pulled him out. The trail stays pretty wet, so I imagine it will get closed soon if people like this dillhole keep tearing it up. I made it to the difficult downhill section and watching a nicely equipped Disco climb up the right section. His little girl kept asking me if my truck had all the things her daddy’s truck had. She said I would be able to do the trail if I had a Land Rover. I know her Dad was hearing everything she was saying and had a huge mental boner.
I turned around, back up PK, and took Corkscrew down to just south of Ouray. I headed up and found a campsite. The town was packed with bikers and Jeepers for Labor Day. Cooked some hot dogs and went to bed.
8:45am – Left house, filled up with gas at Exxon ($77.49)
9:45pm – Arrived in Santa Fe. Francie’s house is enormous. It is much bigger than I remembered. She still has the FJ80 sitting there. It's a 96 with 80k. Maybe 1000 of those in the last 8 years.
Sep 6, 2009
8:45am – Left the house, on the way to pick up ice and gas and onto Colorado.
1:15pm - Drove straight through Durango and stopped for lunch at Haviland Campground. I made a PBJ and ate Wheat Thins with ranch combined with a frosty Coors Light. It worked.
People have no idea what “slow traffic keep right” means. I am trying to relax, but my road rage, coupled with stupid low speed limits in NM are making that hard.
I am glad I have the topper. It has been raining off and on the whole trip out here.
I lost track of the time, but I hit up 110 out of Silverton and onto California Gulch. It was a pretty easy trail and offered great scenery. I had been up this trail once before, two years ago with Derick. The trail ended at Lake Como, where you have the choice to go down Poughkeepsie, or go down Corkscrew. I chose PK. There is really only one section that is difficult. If my truck sat 4” higher I would have walked down the whole thing. I got about 100 yards from the hard part when I came upon a Scout and a redneck-d out Chevy. The Chevy had driven off in the mud, gotten stuck, and torn apart the ground pretty bad in the process. The Scout guy looked nervous when I showed up because he knew his buddy was a dumbass. I pulled him out. The trail stays pretty wet, so I imagine it will get closed soon if people like this dillhole keep tearing it up. I made it to the difficult downhill section and watching a nicely equipped Disco climb up the right section. His little girl kept asking me if my truck had all the things her daddy’s truck had. She said I would be able to do the trail if I had a Land Rover. I know her Dad was hearing everything she was saying and had a huge mental boner.
I turned around, back up PK, and took Corkscrew down to just south of Ouray. I headed up and found a campsite. The town was packed with bikers and Jeepers for Labor Day. Cooked some hot dogs and went to bed.