A couple of nice YJ's taking a break. (L: Aaron's R: Mine)
We had about two hours until the park closed, which meant about an hour and a half of wheeling time, since you have to reconnect, air up, remove flag.....which with 20 plus jeeps would take a little while.
We decided to give the Orange Trail a shot. We split up into two groups at the trail entrance. There were only 8 (I think) of us in the second group. We gave the first group (12 or so) about a 10-15 minute head start.
It only took us a few minutes to catch up to them. There is a little hill, which was slick and nasty last time I was there, followed by a pretty good up hill, which was slick and nasty this time. I never made to either hill on this day.
Aaron came back and told us they were winching everyone up the hill. Zach was having some issues with his XJ so Chad and I joined him, and Ashley, and turned around. We didn't want to risk having the XJ shut down, with so little time to go. Turns out we didn't take the most direct route back out.
We found ourselves going further into the Orange Trail, not back out...oh well, we were committed...time to wheel. We encountered some pretty good muck (no pic). Those of you who read my last report know about the pumpkinator getting hung up on the tree...well that same spot stopped Chad. Zach beat it. There was no tree this time, but it was dug out and slicker than snot. I went around. While we were there the red Ruby, with the teddy bear...sorry I can't remember your name...met up with us.
I was now leading the way. I had a bad feeling we were going to end up in the swamp we had just went passed. I was right. I said...no way. Zach said give me my stick! He jumped on his stinger, with his depth finder, and has Ashley drive...she really didn't want too. But niether did I. All I could think of was hydro-lock.
Not a Lorance, but it worked.
Remeber just follow the orange arrows.
Things soon got deeper. Like over the tires deeper. Zach jumped in, put the peddle to the metal and powered through. He took on some water. I headed in next and built up my momentum before the deepest part...hoping to have a nice little wave in front of me, keeping my enging dry. I'm not sure what the wave looked like, but I made it through. Teddy was next. He was lower than me and slowed to a very slow crawl just as he started to come back out of the deepest water. Luckily he stayed in the throttle and the Ruby found the grip it needed to get out.
Chad was last.
He made it too.
Back on land!
Even though I really hated the thought of hydro-locking my engine, I really enjoyed getting through that water. Now I'm going to have to change some fluids....just because.
We met up with the rest of the group and called it a day. We got things put back together and started heading out. A few of us his the $2 power wash, just to knock off the heavy stuff. I just wanted to clean my brakes out.
Anthony and I (who I apparently don't have any pictures of...sorry man) went to McDonalds to grab a bite. Where we met up with Frank and his family. Prior to getting there I had one heck of squeal coming from the front rotors. I stopped twice and looked...nothing. It got worse. I stopped again, and Anthony looked...nothing. He said back up, I did, it squealed..I went forward...nothing. We never saw what it was, but it was gone.
Chad stopped in looking for transmission fluid. Turns out the water had not been friendly. I was told he made it home, slowly. Hope it turns out good Chad.
Anthony and I ran together up 41 to 24 (Kentland) where I headed west and he continued north. I made it home without rain....
It was a great day. I hope to be able to make it to the Haunted Trail run on October 18th, with the entire family.
It was great seeing so many new people turn out for this run.
Just a final shot of my jeep, basking in the glow of a successful day of wheeling.
All of my pics from the day are HERE
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Until next time......