This past weekend my buddy and his school friends had made plans to go caving up by Leadville. However there is a problem with that plan, there is about 70" of snow at the cave. The roads are closed at least ten miles from it and there's no way on this earth those poorly prepared kids are hiking 20 miles round trip to go see some muddy hole in the ground. So I started suggesting and shooting down more ideas of where to go. Eventually they decided to go to the great sand dunes. Which is four hours away. To which I retorted "Moab is only five hours away why not just go there?" To my surprise they all then became very excited and wanted to go to Moab in the morning. So at 8PM it was decided. At 5 AM we would leave for Moab.
5 AM rolls around and we get the two kids besides Wyatt who are riding with me all packed into the Jeep and set off. It was a little snowy heading over Eisenhower and Vail pass but other than that it was smooth sailing. Jeep was extremely happy on the highway. Cruising along at 80+ no sweat at all even loaded to the gills. We made it into Moab at 10:40 AM.
Only mechanical trouble along the way involved the low range shifter. It came disconnected from the transfer case a few time leaving it hanging right where it could get smacked by the double cardan joint. That's loud at 90 mph. The clip that keeps the shift rod attached to the shift arm was lost somewhere along the route. I'm thinking it wasn't quite installed correctly. First time it dropped I put it back in the shifter. It came loose again just before the Utah border so I just tucked it up out of the way the second time.
Took about twenty minutes to get a pin from the True Value and install it. But then the mines kids started arguing about what to do now that they were here. Then they went and bought about $300 in climbing gear and became adamant that they were going to go rappel off of an arch. Corona arch. They set off and Wyatt, his buddy, and I ran through a drive through to grab some food. Somewhere along the route where we didn't have service they decided to go to Arches National Park instead. So we called it quits and decided to do our own thing instead since they had already abandoned us.
We tried to go a ways up the poison spider Safari route (poison spider mesas easy cousin) but I promptly broke the Jeep. Set the spare tire carrier on a rock and knocked the head off of the bolt holding it to the hitch. Oops. Took it off and it rode behind my seat for the rest of the day.
After loading up the tire we headed to Sand Flats to get some slickrock time.
First stop was Baby Lions Back:
Then on to a portion of Fins N Things:
Got the front bumper well wedged into the sand on this descent! Destroyed the front plate holder!
Pictures never do it justice.
After Fins we went and played around on our own two feet for a few hours. Tried to clamber up onto the diving board, but we aren't agile enough so we settled for the top of the fin next door.
As darkness fell we headed back to town and I let Wyatt have a turn on the slickrock.
Going up the harder line on the backside:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yo5pApYPtUg
And coming down:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpfnc-VgiT8
That was it for wheelin in Moab. We had planned a quick excursion for the next morning but after we woke up the other kids decided they wanted to go to a cave. Reluctantly, I left moab behind. We turned onto dirt again just outside Rifle, CO. Wheeled through the nastiest mud I've ever encountered and accidentally got a little air on a creek crossing. Wish the camera had been rolling for that one!
After we'd blown past the beautiful "Trucks Hauling ASS" sign four or five times we stopped and went on a hike down an old powerline cut looking for insulators. We didn't find any insulators, but stopped on top of a ridge we observed a rather large kitty cat walking along the same trail we had just used headed our way. "Time to go" Wyatt and I agreed. We spent the additional hour waiting for the cave pervs in the waggy.
Also found a strange light up on the cliff. It has a road leading to it but there is absolutely no way it could be accessed by anything but a snow cat this time of year. And sheer cliff above it for 800 feet. We're planning an expedition back up there in late april to investigate. We tried morse code signaling with the headlights but there was no response of any kind so we think it's automated. 39.535566, -107.949914
All in all a fun few days. I won't be taking any kids I don't know with me in my car again. Too big of a hassle. Two of the kids who rode with me went on the caving expedition, which should have lasted an hour tops from there (maybe false) assurances, and they didn't return for five freaking hours!
That put us home WAYYYY late and added two hours to the drive home as we caught a nasty storm on Vail and Eisenhower. Nearly got me fired as my boss (Wyatt's Dad) didn't believe that we couldn't have abandoned the cave kids.
#1 If they disappeared we needed to be around to call mine rescue.
#2 We had half their gear including their dry clothes.
#3 If we had done that they would have had seven people and there gear crammed into a chevy cobalt. I may be an a-hole but I'm not cruel!
Whatever, Hopefully we get to do some more weekend adventures soon. Sand dunes, anyone?
Gabe, "reformed" Jeep hoarder.