The final leg of our trip was Holy Cross. Dave wasn't up for the extra drive out there, so he headed back home to AZ. That left Cory & I for Holy Cross. We got there Thursday evening for a Friday run. I was able to snag my favorite campsite, nice & close to the trail head.
...and it has a great view close by...
Since we had all day Friday to run the trail and we were camping so close to the trail head, we were finally able to take our time the next morning so I made us a nice big breakfast, casually got ready, and hit the trail at noon. Unfortunately, Cory's rig blew an oil pressure hose right away, so he had to bail back to camp to fix it. He said that I should continue on while he fixes it, so I did. I got to French Creek pretty quick and there were a couple brand new stock JK's at the Creek that let me pass. I had my mom get out to take pics, but I went through so fast that she was only able to snap a couple pics before it was all over.
I made it up to the city in about 2 hours. Funny how fast that can go when there isn't any traffic at French Creek
I continued on to Cleveland Rock to show my mom the obstacle and kick around the idea of going for it by myself. Since Cory broke early on in the day and there was no one else on the trail, I was by myself by this point and wasn't sure about doing this obstacle solo. Cleveland Rock has been a monkey on my back for several years now. Every time I've been on it I was denied. I was determined to own that bitch on this trip, but wasn't sure about trying it without any other rigs there in case I needed a recovery. After taking a look at it again, I decided that I just couldn't end this trip without at least trying it. I got back in the geap, strapped in and went for it.
I did it! I finally conquered that Mutha!
I was VERY pleased
I never went beyond Cleveland Rock on that trail, even for a hike, because I always felt like I haven't earned it yet. Well today I fawking earned it, so I drove the rest of the trail and hiked up to the lake to check out the view.
...and what a view it was. That lake up there is spectacular; a must-see. I finally got the RC crawler out for a bit & played with that while I was up there too.
The weather was starting to come in, so we stared our way back down. Going down Cleveland Rock is much easier that going up
On the way down I saw Cory coming up the trail. His rig was sounding good and he felt confident in going up solo so he continued on while my mom & I headed back to camp. They made it up to Cleveland Rock, saw the weather getting worse, so turned around and headed back to camp. After the epic we had in Montrose, we were VERY happy to see him get back to camp early that night. We made some dinner, had some victory beers, and had a raging camp fire. A perfect end to an excellent trip.