I play the fan game again. I wake up, go into town to wait for ANOTHER fan…and wait, and wait, and wait. The fan finally shows up at 1130 and I get back to camp as fast as I can. Everyone is waiting on me to hit the trail. I’m glad they waited, but now I’m “that guy”.
There’s 8 rigs waiting for me and it’s about noon. I open the box to see a new fan with SPAL on the side and the magic silver sticker on the side…feeling better already!
I put that fan and new wiring in as fast as I can. I’m pretty good at it by this point after having done it twice now
I finally get it all together and ready to go about 1:30. By this time my wife had already hiked the trail and come back to camp. A very late start for us. It could either be epic or perfect for missing the morning traffic on the trail. After the last couple days, I’m hoping for the latter.
I’m finally on the trail at 2 PM. The fan is working great and sounds good..nice & loud. I made it.
I’m finally on the Holy Cross trail and the Geap is running great. I have a grin from ear-to-ear.
The last 2 days sucked, but today is a much better day. The weather is absolutely perfect. It’s around 70 degrees and sunny.
We only pass a few other rigs coming down the trail and there’s no traffic in front of us.
We get to the first obstacle before French Creek. I was denied on this one the last time I was here and was determined to get it today. Of course with my new suspension setup since my T-Rex short arm kit and stickies, I should have no problem.
I walked up it on the first shot and didn’t spin a tire…piece of cake!
Doug coming up the first obstacle:
Next up was French Creek. This is where is becomes an all day shit show, as Doug like to put it.
With 9 total rigs in our group it takes a while to get through it, even with no breakage. Everyone got through with a couple needing some assistance.
Last up is Doug & me. We convince Doug to take the far left line over a big boulder. He has little trouble getting to it, but a slightly different line and he’s on it. He gets to the boulder and walks right through it. No problem!
Finally, it’s my turn. I have an easier time getting to the boulder, but I didn’t one-shot like Doug. I got hung up on my passenger slider, backed off a bit, realigned, and walked over it. We all made it through French Creek with no carnage…saweeet!
The rest of the trail went very smooth. The new fan was working great and the Geap was running well.
We got to HC City and started our line up for Cleavand Rock. There were 5 of us that wanted to try it. First up was Nate. I missed most of Nate’s attempt since I was in the back and parked down by HC City & walked up to Cleavand Rock. Nate was trying the far left line, but was denined.
Next, Igor wanted to try it. With an open front end and no intention of actually making it up, I have no idea why he tried, but OK.
Needless to say, he didn’t make it.
Next was John in Zilla. He gave it hell and nearly made it.
The obstacle was getting very wet & muddy. The mosquitoes were getting pretty angry too. They were eating every piece of skin that wasn’t covered up.
John decided to winch up and then drive down.
Next it was my turn.
I was determined to get this bitch. This was a monkey on my back and I wanted it. I pulled up to it, got on my line and gave her hell. I couldn’t crawl up, so I tried some throttle…nothing. Tried a different line…notta. Tried another line…no go. Tried my original line again….denied.
OK, how about the far left line up the slab. I’ll need my suck down winch for that line. Go to suck down the winch and no juice. Oh oh. Well, I’m going to need it for this line, and I really want to make this obstacle. Pop the hood to see what’s going on and I see the ground for the suck down winch came loose. No problem. A few minutes later I have it grounded and we’re back in business.
Get back in, suck down the winch and try it again…still denied. Not looking like I’m going to make this one. I try my original line one more time before giving up…denied. That’s it. Cleavand Rock has defeated me again.
Oh well. One more excuse to come back again
Finally, it was Doug’s turn. After seeing me flail around for about 30 minutes, he wasn’t too confident. He got up to it, tried to crawl the same lines I tried and couldn’t make it. None of us could get traction on our rear passenger tire to climb a steep face. Doug also tried bumping it and nothing. Cleavand Rock had denied every one of us…….it was wet. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it
We all turned around and headed back to camp. No one had any issues getting down, but it seemed to take a while. Probably because it was dark by this point. It was now a night run. We got everyone through French creek no problem and finally made it off the trail just before 10 PM. A long day, but an awesome day. And my fan was still working
We got back to camp and my wife was already in bed.
Not the best way to start my camping trip with her, but she understood the situation.