Day 5. May 25th.
Let the snow-wheeling begin!
Up and over the mountains we went. The snow got deeper. The sidehills
got steeper. The exposure got more severe.
To be honest this day ended up being just too much too quick for me.
Basically all my friends do is go snow wheeling they are on a whole
new level in there vehicle preparation and driving skill! This is the
first time I had had my little Willys out in the deep deep snow. I had
done a lot of snow-wheeling back in the day, but I was WAY behind my
friends. Basically I was a rusty driver in an unfamiliar vehicle, in
unfamiliar terrain. I flat got my butt whooped this day.
At one point towards the end of the day we where working this section
of sidehill going towards a campground high up in the mountains. My
tires where down to 2psi and the old Willys was just flat having a
hard time. It wouldn't stick to the sidehill and I constantly was
sliding downhill to the somewhat exposed section of the road edge. I
wouldn't get 'stuck' really but I just couldn't move more than a few
feet. I couldn't get the vehicle to climb back up on the snow by
itself. I would have to winch back up. That old belleview sure pulls
nice for a "6000lb" winch though! I am REALLY happy with that old
thing after this trip. Both my friends run 8274's and I can now fully
appreciate the modern brake system and power out motor. I have some
upgrades to do in the future!
One of my friends popped an outer bead off after taking a pretty bad
bounce. He was using the long pedal a bit through a section and took a
sideways hop on a sidehill section. The downhill rear tire took all
the weight of the jeep at speed, at about a 90 degree angle to the
bead, and pealed off. Both of the TJs are running what I call
Tape-Locks. A few raps of gorilla tape are added over the safety bead
area on the wheel to make the tire fit MUCH tighter on the rim.
Honestly, this flat works about 99% of the time. This lost bead was
from a BAD bounce at speed at probably 3psi or less. The TJ isn't a
light weight rig either at over 5000lbs fully loaded. He had no other
bead issues the rest of the trip. It was more driver error than
beadlock error.
We scouted up the road a bit and found much more sidehill and it was
getting worse. At this point I just called it. I was pretty much done
for the day...
We backtracked to a nice camp spot alongside the road still in the
'snow' section to limit holiday traffic
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Day four....the long story.
Day Four. May 24th.
By now I felt pretty good on the road sections. I figured if the
engine was going to scatter it would have probably done it by now. I
was headed north to Missoula montana to meet up with my friends for
the actual 'wheeling' portion of the trip.
The drive up went fine. I had to stop and visit some old friends. Cell
phone coverage was a bit spotty so trying to figure out the meting
time involved a bit of phone tag. We where both coming from opposite
directions...I traveling much slower and stopping more often. I don't
know what it is about an old Willys jeep and being well hydrated but
my tank was much smaller than the Willys. Maybe its the seat angle and
the frequency of the vibrations...but I had to pee a lot! Well, except
for that oven section through Salt Lake where I drank like a gallon of
water in 3 hours and never had to stop once! Is that bad?
Anyways. Right after I crossed into Montana the rain clouds showed up
on the horizon. Shortly after that I got my first 'road shower' on the
way into Hamilton, Montana. The weather forecast concerned me enough
that I stopped into the local hardware store for some rain supplies. I
found some nice thick 40 mil clear plastic, some tape, and some
magnets. I had an idea!
Only a few wet roads and rain showers to dodge on the way to the last
fuel stop. I topped off the fuel cans with 15 gallons total and met up
with one friend while another was going to meet us at camp that night
having left work later that day.
The drive into the 1st campground was good. 4wd required, tires aired
down, etc. I think we where the 1st 4 wheel vehicles in that year. The
weather was spitting rain but it wasn't too bad. We had stopped for
firewood down lower earlier in the day. I set up my hammock that
night. I love not having to sleep on the wet ground on trips like
this!
Not too long after we got into camp my other friend showed up.
Everyone was safe and sound. The fire....a real fire....was started.
Dinner was cooked. We stayed up a little too long talking around the
fire, but boy this was the life!
By now I felt pretty good on the road sections. I figured if the
engine was going to scatter it would have probably done it by now. I
was headed north to Missoula montana to meet up with my friends for
the actual 'wheeling' portion of the trip.
The drive up went fine. I had to stop and visit some old friends. Cell
phone coverage was a bit spotty so trying to figure out the meting
time involved a bit of phone tag. We where both coming from opposite
directions...I traveling much slower and stopping more often. I don't
know what it is about an old Willys jeep and being well hydrated but
my tank was much smaller than the Willys. Maybe its the seat angle and
the frequency of the vibrations...but I had to pee a lot! Well, except
for that oven section through Salt Lake where I drank like a gallon of
water in 3 hours and never had to stop once! Is that bad?
Anyways. Right after I crossed into Montana the rain clouds showed up
on the horizon. Shortly after that I got my first 'road shower' on the
way into Hamilton, Montana. The weather forecast concerned me enough
that I stopped into the local hardware store for some rain supplies. I
found some nice thick 40 mil clear plastic, some tape, and some
magnets. I had an idea!
Only a few wet roads and rain showers to dodge on the way to the last
fuel stop. I topped off the fuel cans with 15 gallons total and met up
with one friend while another was going to meet us at camp that night
having left work later that day.
The drive into the 1st campground was good. 4wd required, tires aired
down, etc. I think we where the 1st 4 wheel vehicles in that year. The
weather was spitting rain but it wasn't too bad. We had stopped for
firewood down lower earlier in the day. I set up my hammock that
night. I love not having to sleep on the wet ground on trips like
this!
Not too long after we got into camp my other friend showed up.
Everyone was safe and sound. The fire....a real fire....was started.
Dinner was cooked. We stayed up a little too long talking around the
fire, but boy this was the life!
Day three....the long story.
Day three. May 23rd.
The wind the previous night had made me stop a little south of the
Idaho border. This day was the only real day I had a firm plan on
where to stop. I was going to be staying at my parents ranch in Idaho
for the night, other than that no big deal.
The night before I had given the Willys a good look over. I added a
bit of fluids to the transmission and transfer case. I had a few new
leaks but nothing too bad. I think this old jeeps just leak. You just
need to stay on top of it.
I was packed up early and headed north. I think I killed a few minutes
NOT wanting to be the first person to fire up an engine in the
campground. The V6 in the old Willys just isn't the most quiet
thing....
The drive up and over the Idaho state line went well. I have driven
this route on the interstate many times but never on the old highway
and back roads. It is amazing the difference in the stuff you see.
Lots of small towns, random stop signs in the middle of nowhere, a
cool old car collection, or whatever. I was using paper directions so
there where a few street signs that didn't match or where missing. A
few wrong turns. A few times I second guessed myself on where the road
should go or be. Nothing major.
Once I got into Pocatello, Idaho around noon I had my first 'issue'.
The drivers side front wheel was squeaking. My disc brakes drag a
little sometimes and make an odd noise but this sounded more serious.
I pulled over and jacked up the offending wheel to see how it felt.
Nothing was loose, nothing felt that bad really. I thought it was the
brake dragging or maybe a piece of something on the brake pad. Packed
back up and on the road again I didn't make it 5 miles before I knew
it wasn't just the brake. I figured I better stop and take a better
look. I found the closest parts house and pulled in the parking lot.
This time I tore down that front corner a bit more. I had it down to
just the bearing hub and was still getting the noise, even with no
load on the bearings. Everything was tight, but it just made that bad
squeak noise. I decided to tear it down and see what I could see. The
parts house had a spare bearing and race which I picked up just
in-case anyways. They didn't have an outer spindle seal that was the
right size though.
I ended up pulling the outer bearing and scraping out all the old
grease. I cleaned and repacked the outer bearing along with trying to
work as much new grease into the inner bearing that was trapped behind
the spindle seal. It only took an hour or so and almost a complete
roll of shop towels to complete the project. I could have probably
driven on it. There was grease in the groove between the bearings but
the outer bearing looked a little dry and gritty so spending the time
on it was probably best.
Just north of Pocatello I found a super cool old junkyard full of
1950s and 1960s iron. It hadn't been crushed, I was amazed.
Lots more miles that day but nothing exciting happened. A few wrong
turns, a few more old roads, a corndog for lunch, and then I was at my
parents ranch just south of the Montana border by about 4pm I think. I
stopped off at the local tire shop to pick up an emergency tire tube
and some larger tire patches. I don't carry a full spare tire because
of tight space and weight. These BFG Krawlers are pretty dang tough
tires and I wasn't THAT worried about it, but having some insurance
was probably a good thing.
I had dinner out with the folks, took a nice long shower, and fixed a
few little annoying issues with the Willys in the garage. The rear
axle was leaking a bit where the full float axle meets the bearing
hub. I had some flat gasket stock so I decided to make a few gaskets.
I also weighed the Willys in there somewhere at a random weight
station that wasn't manned. It was 3460 total I think. Slighty front
heavy, but I didn't have my extra 15 gallons of fuel in the cans yet.
I think the total for the trip was just under 3600lbs with all fuel
and about 40-60lbs rear heavy (booo!).
The wind the previous night had made me stop a little south of the
Idaho border. This day was the only real day I had a firm plan on
where to stop. I was going to be staying at my parents ranch in Idaho
for the night, other than that no big deal.
The night before I had given the Willys a good look over. I added a
bit of fluids to the transmission and transfer case. I had a few new
leaks but nothing too bad. I think this old jeeps just leak. You just
need to stay on top of it.
I was packed up early and headed north. I think I killed a few minutes
NOT wanting to be the first person to fire up an engine in the
campground. The V6 in the old Willys just isn't the most quiet
thing....
The drive up and over the Idaho state line went well. I have driven
this route on the interstate many times but never on the old highway
and back roads. It is amazing the difference in the stuff you see.
Lots of small towns, random stop signs in the middle of nowhere, a
cool old car collection, or whatever. I was using paper directions so
there where a few street signs that didn't match or where missing. A
few wrong turns. A few times I second guessed myself on where the road
should go or be. Nothing major.
Once I got into Pocatello, Idaho around noon I had my first 'issue'.
The drivers side front wheel was squeaking. My disc brakes drag a
little sometimes and make an odd noise but this sounded more serious.
I pulled over and jacked up the offending wheel to see how it felt.
Nothing was loose, nothing felt that bad really. I thought it was the
brake dragging or maybe a piece of something on the brake pad. Packed
back up and on the road again I didn't make it 5 miles before I knew
it wasn't just the brake. I figured I better stop and take a better
look. I found the closest parts house and pulled in the parking lot.
This time I tore down that front corner a bit more. I had it down to
just the bearing hub and was still getting the noise, even with no
load on the bearings. Everything was tight, but it just made that bad
squeak noise. I decided to tear it down and see what I could see. The
parts house had a spare bearing and race which I picked up just
in-case anyways. They didn't have an outer spindle seal that was the
right size though.
I ended up pulling the outer bearing and scraping out all the old
grease. I cleaned and repacked the outer bearing along with trying to
work as much new grease into the inner bearing that was trapped behind
the spindle seal. It only took an hour or so and almost a complete
roll of shop towels to complete the project. I could have probably
driven on it. There was grease in the groove between the bearings but
the outer bearing looked a little dry and gritty so spending the time
on it was probably best.
Just north of Pocatello I found a super cool old junkyard full of
1950s and 1960s iron. It hadn't been crushed, I was amazed.
Lots more miles that day but nothing exciting happened. A few wrong
turns, a few more old roads, a corndog for lunch, and then I was at my
parents ranch just south of the Montana border by about 4pm I think. I
stopped off at the local tire shop to pick up an emergency tire tube
and some larger tire patches. I don't carry a full spare tire because
of tight space and weight. These BFG Krawlers are pretty dang tough
tires and I wasn't THAT worried about it, but having some insurance
was probably a good thing.
I had dinner out with the folks, took a nice long shower, and fixed a
few little annoying issues with the Willys in the garage. The rear
axle was leaking a bit where the full float axle meets the bearing
hub. I had some flat gasket stock so I decided to make a few gaskets.
I also weighed the Willys in there somewhere at a random weight
station that wasn't manned. It was 3460 total I think. Slighty front
heavy, but I didn't have my extra 15 gallons of fuel in the cans yet.
I think the total for the trip was just under 3600lbs with all fuel
and about 40-60lbs rear heavy (booo!).
Day two....the long story.
Day Two. The 22nd of May.
This was going to be my first full day on the road. I was trying to
make it to the Idaho state line as a rough goal.
I hit the I70 junction early in the morning. I REALLY didn't want to
have to take interstate but I had to jump on an off a few times for
only a few miles. Looking back I think with a little more time I could
have found a better way. The old highway into Green River, Utah was
one of the worst sections of road on the entire trip. I think the road
was paved sometimes in the 50s. Then they ran a cat with ripper teeth
down it. Aliens had removed random sections of road base in
interesting shapes. They didn't feel the need to repair any of the
road surface where they either had torn out or replaced culverts under
the road. There where some hail mary dukes of hazard moments on that
short section of road. The Willys didn't fall apart so I guess it was
ok? This little Willys was built with just over four inches of
compression travel and I used all of it more than once. I probably
should have just slowed down more...
Green River was a nice little town. I had never really driven through
the town itself. I had always just passed it on the interstate. There
was a fantastic looking 600+ yard match range just to the east of
town. I passed a mini-refinery on the old highway too. A few dozen
mangy range cows to keep me company. I noticed a small issue in green
river with my idle speed. It was too high for no real reason. I had a
new manual throttle installed and thought that might have been the
issue. I found the local parts store that wasn't open this early in
the morning, but popped the hood anyways.
I turned out that I needed to move the throttle return spring over to
the other side of the arm and rebend the small bracket on the engine
to tension the spring more. This fixed that problem for the rest of
the trip. It wasn't a big deal, but I wanted to stay on top of things
like this on the trip. I think a lot of time you spot more stuff
fixing the little stuff.
I had to take another short section of interstate to get to highway 6
headed towards the big city. I had to make a jet change or two but
ended up with a combo that worked all the way into Idaho. Sometimes
its fun to change jets, sometimes it is a bit of a pain. You can
really notice a big difference in mileage, power, and general engine
behavior if you stay on top of it. I usually try to run in the 13-14:1
range under cruise vacuum if I can. If it is going leaner than
14.3-14.8 very often I change. If it is going richer and the elevation
is going to stay higher I change it. For quicker mountain passes you
can just leave it usually.
I hit the end of highway 6 as it melts into the mess that is the Salt
Lake metro area. This metro area is just HUGE and stretches for what
seems like a hundred miles south to north. I had plotted an old
highway and surface street route through town. Sadly I hit this mess
just about 11am or so. I would have to cross this concrete and asphalt
mess in the heat of the day.
The crossing went well other than a few turn arounds and one section
of road that I just HATED. The Bangerter Highway is now on my banned
list. This 55mph outer highway was four to six lanes of concrete
highway with 20 foot concrete sound walls on both sides. This not so
clever configuration of road design formed a giant rock oven that I
was lucky enough to get to drive my 70 year old Willys jeep through!
Never again! It was probably my least favorite part of the trip.
Getting off that road was the best thing ever.
Once on the north end of the mess I call Salt Lake I was able to get
on the old highway 89 again. I phoned a friend that I was going to
meet for lunch in Bringham City. By the time I got there it was more
like an early dinner but I couldn't complain. I talked jeep for a nice
long time and got to get about ten glasses of water in me.
I had wanted to get to the Idaho border, but mother nature had other
plans. Right after leaving Bringham City the wind picked up a ton and
I was just done with it for the day. At this point I had probably done
300 or more miles with a lot of hours in the heat of the midday sun.
It just so happened that I noticed a sign for Crystal Hot Springs just
north of Bringham city. I wasn't cold really, but soaking for a bit
sounded pretty dang good after that day on the road. And, they had
camp sights. And, they had trees I could string my hammock up on.
Sold! It was probably the best $20 I spent the entire trip so far.
I soaked in the naturally salty mineral waters for more than a few
hours. I got to talk with some locals which was interesting. One older
lady that was a retired Navy nurse knew a lot about the local area. I
don't think many people got WHY I was doing this trip in an old flat
fender, but many where interested in my back roads non-interstate
journey.
I found out that I didn't pack any tent stakes for my tarp. I ended up
finding a piece of mostly not burned firewood in one of the fire pits
that I then split and carved into a few stakes. Ray Mears I am not,
but I try...
This was going to be my first full day on the road. I was trying to
make it to the Idaho state line as a rough goal.
I hit the I70 junction early in the morning. I REALLY didn't want to
have to take interstate but I had to jump on an off a few times for
only a few miles. Looking back I think with a little more time I could
have found a better way. The old highway into Green River, Utah was
one of the worst sections of road on the entire trip. I think the road
was paved sometimes in the 50s. Then they ran a cat with ripper teeth
down it. Aliens had removed random sections of road base in
interesting shapes. They didn't feel the need to repair any of the
road surface where they either had torn out or replaced culverts under
the road. There where some hail mary dukes of hazard moments on that
short section of road. The Willys didn't fall apart so I guess it was
ok? This little Willys was built with just over four inches of
compression travel and I used all of it more than once. I probably
should have just slowed down more...
Green River was a nice little town. I had never really driven through
the town itself. I had always just passed it on the interstate. There
was a fantastic looking 600+ yard match range just to the east of
town. I passed a mini-refinery on the old highway too. A few dozen
mangy range cows to keep me company. I noticed a small issue in green
river with my idle speed. It was too high for no real reason. I had a
new manual throttle installed and thought that might have been the
issue. I found the local parts store that wasn't open this early in
the morning, but popped the hood anyways.
I turned out that I needed to move the throttle return spring over to
the other side of the arm and rebend the small bracket on the engine
to tension the spring more. This fixed that problem for the rest of
the trip. It wasn't a big deal, but I wanted to stay on top of things
like this on the trip. I think a lot of time you spot more stuff
fixing the little stuff.
I had to take another short section of interstate to get to highway 6
headed towards the big city. I had to make a jet change or two but
ended up with a combo that worked all the way into Idaho. Sometimes
its fun to change jets, sometimes it is a bit of a pain. You can
really notice a big difference in mileage, power, and general engine
behavior if you stay on top of it. I usually try to run in the 13-14:1
range under cruise vacuum if I can. If it is going leaner than
14.3-14.8 very often I change. If it is going richer and the elevation
is going to stay higher I change it. For quicker mountain passes you
can just leave it usually.
I hit the end of highway 6 as it melts into the mess that is the Salt
Lake metro area. This metro area is just HUGE and stretches for what
seems like a hundred miles south to north. I had plotted an old
highway and surface street route through town. Sadly I hit this mess
just about 11am or so. I would have to cross this concrete and asphalt
mess in the heat of the day.
The crossing went well other than a few turn arounds and one section
of road that I just HATED. The Bangerter Highway is now on my banned
list. This 55mph outer highway was four to six lanes of concrete
highway with 20 foot concrete sound walls on both sides. This not so
clever configuration of road design formed a giant rock oven that I
was lucky enough to get to drive my 70 year old Willys jeep through!
Never again! It was probably my least favorite part of the trip.
Getting off that road was the best thing ever.
Once on the north end of the mess I call Salt Lake I was able to get
on the old highway 89 again. I phoned a friend that I was going to
meet for lunch in Bringham City. By the time I got there it was more
like an early dinner but I couldn't complain. I talked jeep for a nice
long time and got to get about ten glasses of water in me.
I had wanted to get to the Idaho border, but mother nature had other
plans. Right after leaving Bringham City the wind picked up a ton and
I was just done with it for the day. At this point I had probably done
300 or more miles with a lot of hours in the heat of the midday sun.
It just so happened that I noticed a sign for Crystal Hot Springs just
north of Bringham city. I wasn't cold really, but soaking for a bit
sounded pretty dang good after that day on the road. And, they had
camp sights. And, they had trees I could string my hammock up on.
Sold! It was probably the best $20 I spent the entire trip so far.
I soaked in the naturally salty mineral waters for more than a few
hours. I got to talk with some locals which was interesting. One older
lady that was a retired Navy nurse knew a lot about the local area. I
don't think many people got WHY I was doing this trip in an old flat
fender, but many where interested in my back roads non-interstate
journey.
I found out that I didn't pack any tent stakes for my tarp. I ended up
finding a piece of mostly not burned firewood in one of the fire pits
that I then split and carved into a few stakes. Ray Mears I am not,
but I try...
Day one....the longer story.
I am still processing that I did a trip this epic but I figured I
better post up some stuff before the natives get restless....
Day one. After work on Tues the 21st of May.
I spent the day at work trying to be productive. I had a random issue
with the Willys where the battery was DEAD the night before. My 8+
year old optima had finally given up the ghost. I didn't want to mess
with it anymore. I didn't want to have to worry about it. I just
bought a new optima red top and installed it about 10 minutes before I
left. A quick change of clothes and some pictures with the misses and
I was ready to head off on this crazy adventure.
Up to this point I think the longest I had driven the Willys in one
stretch was maybe 20 miles on the highway, now I was going to do 2000
or more miles across four states over the next 10 or so days. In it's
previous incarnation this vehicle had done some 300-700 mile trips but
that was over 7 years ago I think and WAY before the big recent
complete rebuild. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad
thing. A 'new' vehicle can be much more fickle than an old trusted
one.
The drive towards Moab went well. It takes a little bit of an
adjustment to get use to traveling at about 52mph when everyone else
is going much much faster. I try and pull over and let people pass
whenever I can, but sometimes those poor rushed souls just have to
wait until they get a change to pass. Early on in the trip I learned
that big semi trucks and trailers need to be respected and even
slightly feared. The big box trailers really have a large wake of wind
alongside and behind them. They generally push, pull, and toss the
little Willys all over the road when they pass you in the other lane
going either direction! The Willys also has enough road noise that you
also don't always hear people coming up behind you. A surprise pass by
a semi truck with trailer going 70mph is always interesting!
Moab came in a few short hours. I made it to town just about dark. I
tried to instigate a rule that I wouldn't be driving after dark if I
could help it. If the entire point is to see more why drive at night?
I grabbed some taco's in Downtown Moab, topped off with fuel, and
headed north of town to find somewhere to camp for the night.
Most of the campgrounds close to town where very full. I decided to
just head north and find somewhere to camp under the starry sky. The
weather was nice, it wasn't cold, and wasn't even windy. I ended up
camping about 5-10 miles south of the interstate on some piece of dry
lakebed I found about a mile off the highway on some random side road.
My dreams that night where just flat crazy. I still remember something
about a flat tire, a crazy group of desert mechanics in some huge
abandoned underground warehouse.
Morning came early. I was just with the sun and on the road for the next day...
better post up some stuff before the natives get restless....
Day one. After work on Tues the 21st of May.
I spent the day at work trying to be productive. I had a random issue
with the Willys where the battery was DEAD the night before. My 8+
year old optima had finally given up the ghost. I didn't want to mess
with it anymore. I didn't want to have to worry about it. I just
bought a new optima red top and installed it about 10 minutes before I
left. A quick change of clothes and some pictures with the misses and
I was ready to head off on this crazy adventure.
Up to this point I think the longest I had driven the Willys in one
stretch was maybe 20 miles on the highway, now I was going to do 2000
or more miles across four states over the next 10 or so days. In it's
previous incarnation this vehicle had done some 300-700 mile trips but
that was over 7 years ago I think and WAY before the big recent
complete rebuild. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad
thing. A 'new' vehicle can be much more fickle than an old trusted
one.
The drive towards Moab went well. It takes a little bit of an
adjustment to get use to traveling at about 52mph when everyone else
is going much much faster. I try and pull over and let people pass
whenever I can, but sometimes those poor rushed souls just have to
wait until they get a change to pass. Early on in the trip I learned
that big semi trucks and trailers need to be respected and even
slightly feared. The big box trailers really have a large wake of wind
alongside and behind them. They generally push, pull, and toss the
little Willys all over the road when they pass you in the other lane
going either direction! The Willys also has enough road noise that you
also don't always hear people coming up behind you. A surprise pass by
a semi truck with trailer going 70mph is always interesting!
Moab came in a few short hours. I made it to town just about dark. I
tried to instigate a rule that I wouldn't be driving after dark if I
could help it. If the entire point is to see more why drive at night?
I grabbed some taco's in Downtown Moab, topped off with fuel, and
headed north of town to find somewhere to camp for the night.
Most of the campgrounds close to town where very full. I decided to
just head north and find somewhere to camp under the starry sky. The
weather was nice, it wasn't cold, and wasn't even windy. I ended up
camping about 5-10 miles south of the interstate on some piece of dry
lakebed I found about a mile off the highway on some random side road.
My dreams that night where just flat crazy. I still remember something
about a flat tire, a crazy group of desert mechanics in some huge
abandoned underground warehouse.
Morning came early. I was just with the sun and on the road for the next day...
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Silverton!
Over red mountain pass I went. One heavy jet change in ridgeway Colorado was all it took. The air is cool and heavy so it wasn't bad. I could sure tell the loss of power at that kind of elevation. I think red mountain is just over 11000 feet. Maybe I need a Turbo? Lunch in town and then off towards home.
Last day on the road...
I am in Montrose Colorado headed south for home. I am headed over red mountain and coal bank pass. I see more carburetor jetting in my near future. It has been such an epic trip so far. This should be a good way to finish it. The high country is amazing this time of the year.
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