lectric80
3/4 ton status
I think some advanced notice of potentials would be great, I would be happy to send some contact info when you might be in the area.
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The Story Of A Cummins Suburban (Lots Of Pics)
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It would be very cool to meet you and the burb. Especially that rear tire carrier.
Let me know when you've ran out of every new option besides Eastern Nebraska . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Martin
Martin
But not before that!!
x2
It would be very cool to meet that rear tire carrier.
That's what I heard when I read that
. Well, the northern sector of The Peoples Republic of Kalifornia was the destination this year instead of where we ended up going, but while researching it I found that I wanted to be nowhere near the places we wanted to go when we were planning to go. Earlier in the summer would be better for avoiding crowds.Man, that was going to be the next place on the list. You never know though. It would probably be on a fly-by, but I can see a couple scenarios that could make it happen. You are a member of the manual transmission-hub cap crew, so it would be worth a stop just for that
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Man, that was going to be the next place on the list. You never know though. It would probably be on a fly-by, but I can see a couple scenarios that could make it happen. You are a member of the manual transmission-hub cap crew, so it would be worth a stop just for that
I do have a lot of hub caps.....
Martin
y5mgisi
1 ton status
Hub cap wall!
lectric80
3/4 ton status
Well, that's not quite what I meant. I just meant that you don't necessarily need to save up tons of info just in case, but if you have a variety of places you may go you could post up and those of us who might be in the area could then send you some contact info. I really have no problem giving my contact info to many of the brotherhood, in fact several here have it for various reasons. I know MetroDPS had it at one time when he was coming through the area. We met with him and made some burgers and spent some time BSing. Same would obviously apply to you and your family if you might come into the area.
I just meant that you don't necessarily need to save up tons of info just in case, but if you have a variety of places you may go you could post up and those of us who might be in the area could then send you some contact info. I really have no problem giving my contact info to many of the brotherhood, in fact several here have it for various reasons. I know MetroDPS had it at one time when he was coming through the area. We met with him and made some burgers and spent some time BSing. Same would obviously apply to you and your family if you might come into the area.
I do have a lot of hub caps.....
Martin
You need some pre-squarebody caps up there
.Well, that's not quite what I meant.
I know what you meant, just the way you phrased it made me laugh (and then post up a sarcastic response).
So we spent the next day wandering around Pueblo with Bill. We stopped out by Larry and hung out for a little while before we all headed over and got some lunch. While at lunch we decided on a plan for the day. We left town to the south past the old steel mill:
We continued out of town and headed west into the mountains. Our destination was a castle. A castle in the mountains of Colorado?? I have got so see this. Well, we saw it. It was a castle, in the mountains. Hmmpf. Never would have expected that.
This "eclectic" guy named Jim Bishop is perpetually building a castle in the woods. Not sure why, but I'm sure he has his reasons. Anyways, here it is, Bishop's Castle:
It is wide open. You park along the road and just wander in. No admission fee or anything for that matter.
It looks neat from a distance. Up close, one begins to wonder if the builder has any engineering experience or background. Not terrible, mind you, just sketchy at best in places. His welds were not among the nicest I've seen, borderline scary at times and in many places, the welds are what supports the metal under your feet.
I couldn't muster enough testicular fortitude to take the first step out onto this thing (it's visible in the first pic of the castle--its the bridge-like thing at the top):
So we ended up staying another night with Bill. I mentioned it didn't seem right hanging out with him and no campfire, so we grabbed the campfire in a can and put it out on the deck and got to sit around a campfire with Bill. It was a real nice time.
At this point we need to start heading in the direction of home. The crew was getting a bit tired of traveling. I was actually expecting a mutiny between Denver and Pueblo. I figured the Suburban would eventually be found, but I wasn't so sure about me. I can't say that I blame them. We had a few LONG travel days without much to get out and see, but at the same time I know EXACTLY what was at home and it isn't what we are seeing now. Damn the torpedoes!! PRESS ON!!
We decided on a destination of Durango for the day. We'd get a room at the Caboose and head on home the next day. That works. We've seen a lot on this journey and I guess it has to end sometime. So we head out of Pueblo down 25 to 160 and head west. We go through Pagosa Springs and over Wolf Creek Pass. We stop in a little po-dunk town along the way and visit a guy who is building a 72 pickup with a Cummins. He has done some beautiful fab work on his conversion. His conversion is like fine cutlery compared to mine which resembles more of a blunt object. The main difference is my blunt object runs and drives, but when his is done it is going to be a sweet ride. So we get out of that smoke filled town (the fire was still burning on Wolf Creek Pass--they had just opened the pass up the day before we rolled through) and headed into a smoke filled Durango. It is Independence Day. We check into the Caboose. The lady at the front desk remembers me from last year, well, actually she remembers Suburban and me by default. Meh, I'll take it. We do our load in and decide to head downtown to get some grub and check out the parade and fireworks later on. On the way downtown my boy asks if we are leaving tomorrow?? I say that we are, unless we decide to stay another day and left it at that. We got downtown and found a bar/restaurant establishment. While we were eating the parade started, so we got to eat and watch the parade. While we were eating, my wife asked if I wanted to stay another day here?? Like she really had to ask. I got on the horn with the Caboose and they had a room left, but not the same one we were in, so a bag-drag was required. It actually worked out for the better as the room we had was up front against main street and a bit noisy for my liking.
So we wandered around Durango and got back to the truck just in time to pull the chairs out and watch the fireworks. It was a nice show and we headed back to the room. We sat around for a bit discussing what we were going to do tomorrow since we hadn't panned on being there another day. We decided on Silverton.
We got up the next morning and did our load out. We headed up the road and got some lunch in Silverton. From there we headed northwest out of town up to the Old Hundred Mine. This is a gold mine that never really paid out beyond the initial claim. Tons of money was dumped into the operation, but the payback never really materialized. Guided tours of the mine are the only financial payout these days. It is a really neat tour if you've never seen a mining operation. We see mining remnants when we travel around here, but not in the actual mine, nor do we get to see them in operation. This mine has it all. You get on a crew train and drive into an adit about 1/2 mile into Galena Mountain.
There you get off the train and head down a drift off of the adit where they have a jack leg drill set up. Not only is it set up, they actually run it so you can hear just how obnoxious it was to operate (or be near).
They then take you past an elevator which is summoned or dispatched by a series of bell rings.
At that point you head down an adjacent drift where they show a bunch of miner's goods. Lunch cans, carbide lamps, tools, etc.
There is a series of holes drilled in the face of the drift that show how they patterned the holes and how they would detonated the explosives and the order in which the explosives went off in order to clear the blasted rock out of the wall.
That drift takes you back out to the adit that the crew train runs in. You pass under an ore chute that carries ore or waste rock down from upper levels:
At the end of the tour the guide gives a demonstration on a mucking machine. There are mucking machines scattered across the western United States, but seeing one in action is a rare occurrence for a person who is not employed in a mine. A mucking machine has a bucket like a front end loader on it (only much smaller) and it scoops up rock and the bucket raises up and swings back over the top of the machine to dump the rock in an ore car behind it to be pulled out of the mine and dumped down the side of the hill or transported to the mill site.
That pretty much ended the tour. You get back on the crew train and head out of the mine. There is a trough outside that is stocked with some copper and silver that the kids (or adults) can pan for gold in. My boy did that for a while and then we wandered around the site for a bit. I found a crew train power unit out back of the maintenance shed. It has a two cylinder Detroit in it. As noisy as the electric train we rode in the mine on was, I'd hate to be anywhere near this thing when it was in the mine:
Now the level we toured was actually one of the lower levels of the mine. The original claim (and the only one that actually paid) was located up the mountain. 2000 feet up the mountain. When you are on the level we toured, you can walk out to the edge of the mine dump and just barely catch a glimpse of the original bunkhouse and tram building. We headed out of the site a different way than you are "supposed" to go. We went down the trail a ways and the buildings come into sight a little better. One must keep in mind that the buildings are almost a half mile up and when you travel farther away, they get smaller. I had a decent vantage point of them, so I threw a long lens on the camera, put the camera on a tripod and tried to get a few pics of them. I was able to crop in on one and get a decent view of the buildings:
I am guessing that there is over a mile of separation from where I took the pic to the buildings themselves. The trail that serviced the buildings back in the day is long gone. What is left is literally just wide enough to walk heel-to-toe on and eventually it just disappears, leaving you about 300' above the buildings. Most of the roof on the bunkhouse caved in years ago, but about ten years ago a crew got together and took supplies up there (by helicopter) and repaired the roof structure on the bunkhouse and did some stabilization to the tram building. What a project.
We continued out of town and headed west into the mountains. Our destination was a castle. A castle in the mountains of Colorado?? I have got so see this. Well, we saw it. It was a castle, in the mountains. Hmmpf. Never would have expected that.
This "eclectic" guy named Jim Bishop is perpetually building a castle in the woods. Not sure why, but I'm sure he has his reasons. Anyways, here it is, Bishop's Castle:
It is wide open. You park along the road and just wander in. No admission fee or anything for that matter.
It looks neat from a distance. Up close, one begins to wonder if the builder has any engineering experience or background. Not terrible, mind you, just sketchy at best in places. His welds were not among the nicest I've seen, borderline scary at times and in many places, the welds are what supports the metal under your feet.
I couldn't muster enough testicular fortitude to take the first step out onto this thing (it's visible in the first pic of the castle--its the bridge-like thing at the top):
So we ended up staying another night with Bill. I mentioned it didn't seem right hanging out with him and no campfire, so we grabbed the campfire in a can and put it out on the deck and got to sit around a campfire with Bill. It was a real nice time.
At this point we need to start heading in the direction of home. The crew was getting a bit tired of traveling. I was actually expecting a mutiny between Denver and Pueblo. I figured the Suburban would eventually be found, but I wasn't so sure about me. I can't say that I blame them. We had a few LONG travel days without much to get out and see, but at the same time I know EXACTLY what was at home and it isn't what we are seeing now. Damn the torpedoes!! PRESS ON!!
We decided on a destination of Durango for the day. We'd get a room at the Caboose and head on home the next day. That works. We've seen a lot on this journey and I guess it has to end sometime. So we head out of Pueblo down 25 to 160 and head west. We go through Pagosa Springs and over Wolf Creek Pass. We stop in a little po-dunk town along the way and visit a guy who is building a 72 pickup with a Cummins. He has done some beautiful fab work on his conversion. His conversion is like fine cutlery compared to mine which resembles more of a blunt object. The main difference is my blunt object runs and drives, but when his is done it is going to be a sweet ride. So we get out of that smoke filled town (the fire was still burning on Wolf Creek Pass--they had just opened the pass up the day before we rolled through) and headed into a smoke filled Durango. It is Independence Day. We check into the Caboose. The lady at the front desk remembers me from last year, well, actually she remembers Suburban and me by default. Meh, I'll take it. We do our load in and decide to head downtown to get some grub and check out the parade and fireworks later on. On the way downtown my boy asks if we are leaving tomorrow?? I say that we are, unless we decide to stay another day and left it at that. We got downtown and found a bar/restaurant establishment. While we were eating the parade started, so we got to eat and watch the parade. While we were eating, my wife asked if I wanted to stay another day here?? Like she really had to ask. I got on the horn with the Caboose and they had a room left, but not the same one we were in, so a bag-drag was required. It actually worked out for the better as the room we had was up front against main street and a bit noisy for my liking.
So we wandered around Durango and got back to the truck just in time to pull the chairs out and watch the fireworks. It was a nice show and we headed back to the room. We sat around for a bit discussing what we were going to do tomorrow since we hadn't panned on being there another day. We decided on Silverton.
We got up the next morning and did our load out. We headed up the road and got some lunch in Silverton. From there we headed northwest out of town up to the Old Hundred Mine. This is a gold mine that never really paid out beyond the initial claim. Tons of money was dumped into the operation, but the payback never really materialized. Guided tours of the mine are the only financial payout these days. It is a really neat tour if you've never seen a mining operation. We see mining remnants when we travel around here, but not in the actual mine, nor do we get to see them in operation. This mine has it all. You get on a crew train and drive into an adit about 1/2 mile into Galena Mountain.
There you get off the train and head down a drift off of the adit where they have a jack leg drill set up. Not only is it set up, they actually run it so you can hear just how obnoxious it was to operate (or be near).
They then take you past an elevator which is summoned or dispatched by a series of bell rings.
At that point you head down an adjacent drift where they show a bunch of miner's goods. Lunch cans, carbide lamps, tools, etc.
There is a series of holes drilled in the face of the drift that show how they patterned the holes and how they would detonated the explosives and the order in which the explosives went off in order to clear the blasted rock out of the wall.
That drift takes you back out to the adit that the crew train runs in. You pass under an ore chute that carries ore or waste rock down from upper levels:
At the end of the tour the guide gives a demonstration on a mucking machine. There are mucking machines scattered across the western United States, but seeing one in action is a rare occurrence for a person who is not employed in a mine. A mucking machine has a bucket like a front end loader on it (only much smaller) and it scoops up rock and the bucket raises up and swings back over the top of the machine to dump the rock in an ore car behind it to be pulled out of the mine and dumped down the side of the hill or transported to the mill site.
That pretty much ended the tour. You get back on the crew train and head out of the mine. There is a trough outside that is stocked with some copper and silver that the kids (or adults) can pan for gold in. My boy did that for a while and then we wandered around the site for a bit. I found a crew train power unit out back of the maintenance shed. It has a two cylinder Detroit in it. As noisy as the electric train we rode in the mine on was, I'd hate to be anywhere near this thing when it was in the mine:
Now the level we toured was actually one of the lower levels of the mine. The original claim (and the only one that actually paid) was located up the mountain. 2000 feet up the mountain. When you are on the level we toured, you can walk out to the edge of the mine dump and just barely catch a glimpse of the original bunkhouse and tram building. We headed out of the site a different way than you are "supposed" to go. We went down the trail a ways and the buildings come into sight a little better. One must keep in mind that the buildings are almost a half mile up and when you travel farther away, they get smaller. I had a decent vantage point of them, so I threw a long lens on the camera, put the camera on a tripod and tried to get a few pics of them. I was able to crop in on one and get a decent view of the buildings:
I am guessing that there is over a mile of separation from where I took the pic to the buildings themselves. The trail that serviced the buildings back in the day is long gone. What is left is literally just wide enough to walk heel-to-toe on and eventually it just disappears, leaving you about 300' above the buildings. Most of the roof on the bunkhouse caved in years ago, but about ten years ago a crew got together and took supplies up there (by helicopter) and repaired the roof structure on the bunkhouse and did some stabilization to the tram building. What a project.
Do they have plans to rebuild the trail up to them?
Martin
Martin
None that I have heard of. It would be a serious undertaking to try these days. Hell, the environmental impact study alone would bankrupt the operation before it ever got started.
That's too bad. It seems kind of silly that they fixed the roof, but at least you will still be able to see them from a distance I guess.
Martin
Martin
y5mgisi
1 ton status
Wild!
damn thats cool! every trip you go on and show us here, adds more places that i want to go see!
Yeah, I can see both sides of it though. On one side, it's a cool piece of mining history that I think was worthy of preservation (buildings was still sound except for the roof), but on the other hand, almost nobody gets to see it up close.
I think I read somewhere that it is a historical landmark (or something to that effect) now too.
This thread has some neat pictures and information about the buildings and what it takes to get there.
Yep, some neat stuff out there.
[Mr.Burns voice] Excellent [/Mr.Burns voice]
My plan is working.....
So we did a little wandering around the area before heading back down into Durango for the night. We got up the next morning, got some coffee (not for me) and lit out for home. It was going to be another long travel day, but at this point, we're getting used to them. Before we left town, we wanted to smash some pennies on the D&SNGRR tracks, so we went to the upper end of town just in time for the train to come along:
Success. We're ready to go now.
We get down into Kayenta on the Navajo Reservation and stop at the Burger King in town. This Burger King houses the largest Navajo Code Talkers Museum in the United States. Kind of sad that their massive contribution to the war effort is enshrined in a fast food joint, but I guess being housed here will get it more recognition than anywhere else in the area.
I don't think this would be a good place to stop for fuel:
Anyone up for another Superfund Site??
This is the Tuba City Uranium Mill Site. During the nuclear race of the 50's, to satisfy the government's insatiable need for uranium, a mill site was erected here to mill the uranium ore from mines in the Navajo Nation. As usual, the site was left a contaminated mess. We were literally on top of it before I realized what it was (why the pics look so bad). I realized what it was as we were passing, grabbed the camera and shot wildly in the direction. I knew the site was up here somewhere, but I actually thought it was in a different place a few miles from here but also didn't realize a remediation process had been started (actually "finished" in 1990).
The black stuff is a "containment" layer. Contain radioactivity, eh?? I wonder how well THAT works....
The foundations are from what used to be worker housing.
The site is a large source of groundwater contamination and has a treatment facility on site for that as well. Treating groundwater for radiation contamination, eh?? I can't imagine that is going to end well. Ugh. This is just bad all-the-way-around. You can bet that back in the day, workers were not provided any personal protective equipment whether it be in the mines, transportation, or in the mill. They couldn't have lasted long after their employment ran out. Then the ball gets spiked on them again when the mine dumps and mill tailings contaminate their lands and water for the next million (give or take a few thousand) or so years. It's a bad scene any way you look at it. It is kind of an incurable situation. The damage is done, but the price will be paid for a long, long time. This problem is not relegated solely to Navajo lands either. The scene is played out pretty much wherever uranium was mined or milled whether it was on Navajo or private lands.
Kind of a downer on a great vacation I guess, but I bet most people have no idea how we got the uranium that powered our ships and armed our missiles (like the one a few posts back). Kind of brings the whole nuclear thing full-circle I guess.
A little further down the road we are back in the beauty of the Navajo Nation with some colors that make my ridiculously orange Suburban seem more camouflaged than normal:
That looks like a lot of rain over there:
Yep, that's the direction we are going, too. Holy cow, did it ever rain. There was so much rain on the road it was literally a river flowing down the road ruts. Crazy.:
Good thing I changed those wiper blades a few thousand miles ago in Butte Montana. Speaking of repairs in Butte, those wiper blades ended up being the only repair I did the entire trip. The only tools I needed for anything was the Leatherman Wave that always occupies space on my belt. My wife's glasses needed to be tightened up somewhere in Wyoming and once again, I used my Leatherman with it's tiny phillips screwdriver to tighten the hinge screw that was loose. I could have gone on the 4450 mile trip with just my Leatherman and been completely stocked for any occurrence that arose. Of course, I could never actually DO that, but in hind sight I could have. I actually never, even accidentally, touched the tool bag that I carried along on the trip.
So, 4450 miles eh?? Yep, 4450 miles door to door. I forget the exact number of gallons used, but it worked out to just barely under 19mpg. Something like 18.975?? That is pretty good considering how many days we spent at 80mph with headwinds, crosswinds, but seemingly no tail wind. Imagine that, no tail winds?? So, crosswinds you say?? Oh yeah, we had crosswinds. Montana and Wyoming have professional grade crosswinds. Crosswinds that would have destroyed any amount driving stamina I could muster--before my steering mods. Yeah, the steering mods. They were a whole bunch of time and even more money and worth EVERY penny and second of time invested. The truck handled like a dream. The grass lining the roads was laid over flat on the road with crosswind, and the truck drove straight as an arrow. No sawing at the wheel, nothing. Absolutely beautiful. I never would have guessed the improvements would have been so monumental, but they were--and much appreciated at that. No driver fatigue from constantly correcting the direction of the truck, no dealing with sketchy handling when getting passed or passing a large truck. It was fantastic. We had some real long travel days that would have been absolutely miserable in its prior configuration.
So in the end it was nine states, 4450 miles and fifteen days (fourteen if counted by hours). We averaged approximately 13.24mph for every hour we were away from home. Pretty impressive considering how many days we didn't travel very far (that is also not counting the time we spent in Pueblo because my buddy Bill was driving us around in his truck).
All-in-all it was a fantastic trip. In hind sight I would have modified the original itinerary and hit Grand Teton first, then Yellowstone, then Glacier, but if we had done that we would have missed some of the experiences we had because of the route we took, so I'll leave that for next time. Other than that, I really don't think I'd change anything. We got to see a huge chunk of this great land and had a great time doing it. It doesn't get much better than that.
Ill leave this vacation with a parting shot of our glove box door:
I hope you all enjoyed the ride!!
Success. We're ready to go now.
We get down into Kayenta on the Navajo Reservation and stop at the Burger King in town. This Burger King houses the largest Navajo Code Talkers Museum in the United States. Kind of sad that their massive contribution to the war effort is enshrined in a fast food joint, but I guess being housed here will get it more recognition than anywhere else in the area.
I don't think this would be a good place to stop for fuel:
Anyone up for another Superfund Site??
This is the Tuba City Uranium Mill Site. During the nuclear race of the 50's, to satisfy the government's insatiable need for uranium, a mill site was erected here to mill the uranium ore from mines in the Navajo Nation. As usual, the site was left a contaminated mess. We were literally on top of it before I realized what it was (why the pics look so bad). I realized what it was as we were passing, grabbed the camera and shot wildly in the direction. I knew the site was up here somewhere, but I actually thought it was in a different place a few miles from here but also didn't realize a remediation process had been started (actually "finished" in 1990).
The black stuff is a "containment" layer. Contain radioactivity, eh?? I wonder how well THAT works....
The foundations are from what used to be worker housing.
The site is a large source of groundwater contamination and has a treatment facility on site for that as well. Treating groundwater for radiation contamination, eh?? I can't imagine that is going to end well. Ugh. This is just bad all-the-way-around. You can bet that back in the day, workers were not provided any personal protective equipment whether it be in the mines, transportation, or in the mill. They couldn't have lasted long after their employment ran out. Then the ball gets spiked on them again when the mine dumps and mill tailings contaminate their lands and water for the next million (give or take a few thousand) or so years. It's a bad scene any way you look at it. It is kind of an incurable situation. The damage is done, but the price will be paid for a long, long time. This problem is not relegated solely to Navajo lands either. The scene is played out pretty much wherever uranium was mined or milled whether it was on Navajo or private lands.
Kind of a downer on a great vacation I guess, but I bet most people have no idea how we got the uranium that powered our ships and armed our missiles (like the one a few posts back). Kind of brings the whole nuclear thing full-circle I guess.
A little further down the road we are back in the beauty of the Navajo Nation with some colors that make my ridiculously orange Suburban seem more camouflaged than normal:
That looks like a lot of rain over there:
Yep, that's the direction we are going, too. Holy cow, did it ever rain. There was so much rain on the road it was literally a river flowing down the road ruts. Crazy.:
Good thing I changed those wiper blades a few thousand miles ago in Butte Montana. Speaking of repairs in Butte, those wiper blades ended up being the only repair I did the entire trip. The only tools I needed for anything was the Leatherman Wave that always occupies space on my belt. My wife's glasses needed to be tightened up somewhere in Wyoming and once again, I used my Leatherman with it's tiny phillips screwdriver to tighten the hinge screw that was loose. I could have gone on the 4450 mile trip with just my Leatherman and been completely stocked for any occurrence that arose. Of course, I could never actually DO that, but in hind sight I could have. I actually never, even accidentally, touched the tool bag that I carried along on the trip.
So, 4450 miles eh?? Yep, 4450 miles door to door. I forget the exact number of gallons used, but it worked out to just barely under 19mpg. Something like 18.975?? That is pretty good considering how many days we spent at 80mph with headwinds, crosswinds, but seemingly no tail wind. Imagine that, no tail winds?? So, crosswinds you say?? Oh yeah, we had crosswinds. Montana and Wyoming have professional grade crosswinds. Crosswinds that would have destroyed any amount driving stamina I could muster--before my steering mods. Yeah, the steering mods. They were a whole bunch of time and even more money and worth EVERY penny and second of time invested. The truck handled like a dream. The grass lining the roads was laid over flat on the road with crosswind, and the truck drove straight as an arrow. No sawing at the wheel, nothing. Absolutely beautiful. I never would have guessed the improvements would have been so monumental, but they were--and much appreciated at that. No driver fatigue from constantly correcting the direction of the truck, no dealing with sketchy handling when getting passed or passing a large truck. It was fantastic. We had some real long travel days that would have been absolutely miserable in its prior configuration.
So in the end it was nine states, 4450 miles and fifteen days (fourteen if counted by hours). We averaged approximately 13.24mph for every hour we were away from home. Pretty impressive considering how many days we didn't travel very far (that is also not counting the time we spent in Pueblo because my buddy Bill was driving us around in his truck).
All-in-all it was a fantastic trip. In hind sight I would have modified the original itinerary and hit Grand Teton first, then Yellowstone, then Glacier, but if we had done that we would have missed some of the experiences we had because of the route we took, so I'll leave that for next time. Other than that, I really don't think I'd change anything. We got to see a huge chunk of this great land and had a great time doing it. It doesn't get much better than that.
Ill leave this vacation with a parting shot of our glove box door:
I hope you all enjoyed the ride!!
scotto0609
1/2 ton status
Fantastic! THank you for sharing..
ekajkrats
1/2 ton status
I did
thanks for sharing...and if I ever meet you, I'll know not to give you coffee...at least not starbucks coffee 
Thanks!! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!
I did
Thanks!! Well, if my wife is with me, she'll take the coffee
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