SavageSun4x4
02-20-2006, 09:17 AM
Got a note to post this as a trip report, so here it tis:
I don't care if it rains or freezes
?Long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Sittin on the dashboard of my Jeep.
Comes in colors pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, ?cause its iridescent,
Take Him with you when you're traveling far.
Riding up in Table Mesa
With His nose up in the air,
Off camber may be ahead, but He don't care.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on Jeep and me
I don't care if it rains of freezes
?Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Sittin on the dashboard of my Jeep.
Through the trails and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
From the movie ?Cool Hand Luke?, sung by Paul Newman http://tinyurl.com/88ktu
The Cracks more than fun. It was gonna a big run, scheduled for Saturday, spend the nite and wheel again on Sunday then drive home.
I didn?t feel like getting up a zero-dark-thirty to leave out of Phoenix to get there Sat am so I figured on heading up Friday afternoon and doing a recon of the area. I posted I was leaving at 1 pm from the last gas stop on Shea in FH. Rachel was there in her just fresh off the repair rack at Nick?s Performance Offroad. By 1:30, no one else had shown and Rich in his Artic Fox camper headed out just a few ahead of us so we pulled out. It was dead on 2 hours to get to the Circle K in Heber just before the Cracks turn off.
The day before conflicting weather reports had been posted or the Crack run and I was sure hoping the one with snow was not right. However, as my mama always said, ?be careful what you wish for ?cause you might get it?.
Well the good news is we didn?t get snow, instead we had sunny skies and temps in the low 40s. ?Cept we had wind, we had more wind than a room full of Chinamen eating Mexican beans and jalapeno fry bread for the first time. That wind blew harder than a hooker with a sailor on payday shore leave and it blew longer than a love scene gone bad on Brokeback Mountain. It blew away tents and just about anything that was standing up. The wind took a good if not great wheeling day and made it miserable. The wind sliced thru us like a 5 bladed razor and left our faces more chapped than a Three Stooges marathon. Bob Dylan would have never written the ?answer is blowin in the wind? if he had been on this trail run.
For those who have never experienced ?wind chill? this was a good teaching lesson. Based upon how cold I felt and my best estimate at the actual ambient air temp, I calculated the wind chill between 27 and 35 degrees.
Not sure if it was the cold, the constant wind blowing, or the dust, dirt and grit that infiltrated everything from the Cracks to our cracks, but after a day we all decided to ?take it to the barn? and head home.
In spite of the wind, we all had a fun time wheeling, seeing old friends, and meeting new ones.
Got to say a few words about Rachel: She is a Jeepers Jeeper and a wheelers wheeler. I think all were impressed to see her tackle the toughest lines and spank the obstacles like a mama whippin a stepchild. You go girl...
The trip to the Cracks is worth it and I suspect all of us look forward to doing it again, without the wind
Thanks to those of pulled it together and showed us first timers around.
On a final note: If the answer is blowin in the wind, I don't wanna know the question...:D
I don't care if it rains or freezes
?Long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Sittin on the dashboard of my Jeep.
Comes in colors pink and pleasant
Glows in the dark, ?cause its iridescent,
Take Him with you when you're traveling far.
Riding up in Table Mesa
With His nose up in the air,
Off camber may be ahead, but He don't care.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on Jeep and me
I don't care if it rains of freezes
?Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Sittin on the dashboard of my Jeep.
Through the trails and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
From the movie ?Cool Hand Luke?, sung by Paul Newman http://tinyurl.com/88ktu
The Cracks more than fun. It was gonna a big run, scheduled for Saturday, spend the nite and wheel again on Sunday then drive home.
I didn?t feel like getting up a zero-dark-thirty to leave out of Phoenix to get there Sat am so I figured on heading up Friday afternoon and doing a recon of the area. I posted I was leaving at 1 pm from the last gas stop on Shea in FH. Rachel was there in her just fresh off the repair rack at Nick?s Performance Offroad. By 1:30, no one else had shown and Rich in his Artic Fox camper headed out just a few ahead of us so we pulled out. It was dead on 2 hours to get to the Circle K in Heber just before the Cracks turn off.
The day before conflicting weather reports had been posted or the Crack run and I was sure hoping the one with snow was not right. However, as my mama always said, ?be careful what you wish for ?cause you might get it?.
Well the good news is we didn?t get snow, instead we had sunny skies and temps in the low 40s. ?Cept we had wind, we had more wind than a room full of Chinamen eating Mexican beans and jalapeno fry bread for the first time. That wind blew harder than a hooker with a sailor on payday shore leave and it blew longer than a love scene gone bad on Brokeback Mountain. It blew away tents and just about anything that was standing up. The wind took a good if not great wheeling day and made it miserable. The wind sliced thru us like a 5 bladed razor and left our faces more chapped than a Three Stooges marathon. Bob Dylan would have never written the ?answer is blowin in the wind? if he had been on this trail run.
For those who have never experienced ?wind chill? this was a good teaching lesson. Based upon how cold I felt and my best estimate at the actual ambient air temp, I calculated the wind chill between 27 and 35 degrees.
Not sure if it was the cold, the constant wind blowing, or the dust, dirt and grit that infiltrated everything from the Cracks to our cracks, but after a day we all decided to ?take it to the barn? and head home.
In spite of the wind, we all had a fun time wheeling, seeing old friends, and meeting new ones.
Got to say a few words about Rachel: She is a Jeepers Jeeper and a wheelers wheeler. I think all were impressed to see her tackle the toughest lines and spank the obstacles like a mama whippin a stepchild. You go girl...
The trip to the Cracks is worth it and I suspect all of us look forward to doing it again, without the wind
Thanks to those of pulled it together and showed us first timers around.
On a final note: If the answer is blowin in the wind, I don't wanna know the question...:D