Getting back to the story...
With the overland crew out of the way, we got the shot and got back going on the east loop of the trail.
Worth the wait though..
The smoke did make the view different looking west.
The four guys from Colorado had already started down, so I figured we might catch up to them. There were two Tacomas, A Jeep TJ, and XJ Cherokee.
This is where we are figuring out that the east loop down is much nastier than the west side coming up. I made a poor line choice on a step-down and it was going to put us into a very bad position. My son stopped me and got out to check out what line we have and after looking he got me out to inspect. He was right, we were way too far to the left and it was going to get us stuck if I stayed on it. I had to do an Austin Powers level maneuver to jockey the truck back to the right side. We walk right down the line without issue. The kid is getting better at spotting for sure. We also killed some time and allowed the guys in front of us to get ahead.
They were finishing up a trail repair on the XJ. It had broken the rear u-joint on the rear shaft. He broke it since he was helping lower the TJ down the ledges as it was completely dead from a major electrical short that took out the engine harness. They had reached the last climb out to where the two sides of the loop come back to the main trail.
They were struggling to get the TJ up the incline. They had to get creative with both Tacomas and their winches, but they managed to drag it up the slope.
It was the XJ's turn with no rear driveshaft. I had been talking to them and offered my help if they needed it. The XJ needed help. So I got in front of it and hooked up the strap they had out. It was a quick tug that the truck didn't even feel the weight of the XJ behind us. With the four of them in a good spot, I asked if they needed anything else and took off again to find a suitable camp spot. I think we found one.
Sunlight started fading as I cooked up some steaks in my old cast iron skillet. The smoke played with the last bits of sunlight for a pretty good show.
Dinner was great. Nothing like a steak on my Grandma's 100 year old cast iron. The pasta was pretty good too.
The next morning we broke camp and I remembered to address the fenders rattling we heard all afternoon the day before. I found both the bolt in the doorjamb for the fender and the top bolt by the hood hinge had backed off on both sides. So I didn't even think about checking the gap and cranked the bolt down in the jamb on the driver's side. I shut the door and it locked in place on top of the fender. Now I can't open the door. Thirty minutes later after breaking two plastic trim tools to avoid screwing up the fender and door I still screwed them both up and got the bolt loose. A ratchet strap to the rear of the fender and the front bumper pulled it enough to get it tight without the door hitting it as much. I was pretty pissed at myself, but what was done was done. Can't cry over it too long we got stuff to do.
It's about then I notice when I started the truck up the fuel gauge was showing at 1/4 tank. This is odd, since the install of the pump for the 8.1 the gauge always read high. A 1/4 tank meant I was out of fuel. I dumped the 5 gallons from the jerry can and the gauge didn't move. I was concerned since I had a really good idea of the 8.1's consumption habits on road, I wasn't sure what they would be off road goofing around in low range for a half a day. We made our way back to the bridge, aired up the tires and headed down 128 to Moab. I was sweating the 40 miles as I wasn't sure if I had enough fuel or not.
We made it to town, I found the first gas station and to my surprise, it only took 15 gallons. Great, the fuel gauge is completely off line now. Got to go by miles now. Too late for a Mickey D breakfast we grab some lunch and go hang out. We made another lap through town and saw
@AgDieseler's burb outside a diner and noticed he was behind us on the way back to the campgound to see if
@Capt Ron had pulled in yet.
Dave followed us in and pulled up next to us. He asked what we were doing and if we had time would we like to go have a test run on Steel Bender. I was a little apprehensive but he and Kris assured me we would be ok on the trail. So we follow them over to the shell station and onto the trailhead.
After watching the build series on his Youtube channel and on here, I was excited to see the big blue burb get some exercise on the rocks.
Kris was right, just the lead into the main trail is amazing. The whole trail is great as well.
The first climb down had the burb stretching it's legs. Holy cow. Droop for days and tucking a forty into the front fender.
My K5 did really well hitting the lesser stuff.
Last obstacle before we turn around.
After Dave realized he was a little low on ATF we made our way back to town.