Roger and I had problems! His trick air-bag rear was too soft and we were loaded kinda top-heavy. Add to this that we needed to pick lines based on no drive on the right rear axle. We had already leaned too far to the right earlier in the day and came to rest on a boulder that protruded into the cab and shared my seat while everyone else laughed and took pictures. We crept down the slab in the half-light testing out Roger’s cool, under-hood trail lights and eventually arrived at the Buck Is. Spillway in pitch dark night. Thanks to the spotting from Kevin Sands who walked the entire trail and probably covered twice the miles the Broncos did. We made camp for the night and Kevin dug into the chow. All that hiking and the altitude & heat musta finally got him, ‘cause he downed an entire package of cold hot dogs and then blew chunks all over the rocks. Creel and Rimer drove into camp a little later and it seems Rimer wasted his front axle coming down the old sluice. Dillon also blew a bead on the slab. All in all, not too bad for a day’s worth of wheeling.

In the morning Dillon and his brother Zane pulled the Yuppie Camp Site from hell out from under his custom vinyl tonneau cover including: picnic table, french toast or two, safari-rack-mounted hot shower…The Works! We called him a wus, but secretly we all wanted that shower! The rest of us bathed in the chilly lake water. Roger took his grenaded hub up to Creels’ camp site to try out the Premier Power Welder which resides under Nightmare’s hood. What a slick trail tool! Too bad Roger welded the wrong hub (more cussing), so he relocated the heavy spring to the outside to force the hub into the locked position and we spent the morning coming down the Big Sluice. Much better in 4-wheel-drive! Now in the rear of the line, Roger and I admired how well Max’s truck was performing. Max credits Dillon’s expert spotting for preventing major damage. All he sustained was a couple popped rivets on a fender flare and some scratched paint. Nice driving, Max!