Douwe and Ann Bruinsma - 710M Pinzgauer
Paul and Eric Buckner - 710M Pinzgauer
Ron DePugh - 404.1 Unimog
Kent Drummond - 404.1 Unimog
Brian Gould - 712M Pinzgauer
Park Hill - 710M Pinzgauer
Eric and Jessica Johnson and sons - 416 Unimog
Mike Kinsey - 710M Pinzgauer
Ryan - Green Jeep
Tony - White Jeep
Up and down.
The Pinzgauer crowd had pretty well all arrived by Saturday night and
wanted to go on Hell's Revenge. We set a departure time of 9:00,
but alarm clocks were either not set properly or were slept through, so
we didn't get underway until 10:15. The sky was partially overcast so
the ride was pleasantly cool. There were very few delays as everyone on
the trail kept moving quite well. We made it out to the overlook about
Hell's Revenge overlook.
and the large group ahead of us
was just leaving, which gave us room to park and enjoy our lunch. You'll
be interested to know the Hell's Gate has been closed off, so there's no
longer any playing there. Too much carnage I guess.
We had a young fellow along with us who covered most of the trail on his
unicycle. This kid's coordination was incredible. I was just about to
take a picture of my truck when he started down the steep slope so I
captured him as well.
One wheel drive!
After we had finished the
trail and stopped at Potato Salad Hill to watch the carnage for awhile,
he wowed the crowd by riding his unicycle from top to bottom. Normally,
from the overlook one gets a spectacular view of the La Sal mountains,
but as you can see, they were still shrouded in clouds.
After lunch, we continued on..
On down the hill.
There was a group of
Jeep Liberty’s ahead of us, and I have to admit they performed very well.
Unlike the group of Nissan Xterra's who held us up on Golden Spike two
years ago. The Liberty drivers said their vehicles had all been somewhat
enhanced, with lockers and either lift kits or larger tires, but other
than that, they were stock.
Eric's Mog climbs out of the tub.
Douwe gets some air.
The Unicycle does the tub.
Brian's 6x6 in the tub.
Kent's Mog climbs out of the tub.
We eventually worked our way up to the bathtubs and everyone got a chance
to go through the big one. On the way down the steep drop off after
that, I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and thought it would make
an interesting picture.
Kent's view of Hell's Revenge.
Seeing blue sky and clouds
directly behind you kind of emphasizes the steepness of the descent.
When we got to Tip-Over Challenge, folks were having the usual problems
getting up it. When it finally cleared, Eric Johnson did it with no
problem at all, followed by me. The Unimogs are a real crowd pleaser on
that obstacle. Once we were clear, others tried to follow with the usual
difficulties. One young fellow in a Jeep Renegade (I think) bounced
around on it until he was sideways and in danger of rolling. I got him
to stop to wait for a strap. Three other young guys hooked a tree strap
to his front bumper and were going to try to stabilize him for the
remainder of his try. I could see some serious injury coming out of that
stunt, so made the Jeep driver just sit still until we could get a longer
strap hooked onto the Liberty at the top of the pitch and pull him up the
rest of the way. Once up, he didn't even have the courtesy to say
Typically, when leaving Tip-Over Challenge, everyone just heads to the
top of the bluff and makes the final decent down to the base of Lion's
Back. The trails book shows a bit more trail heading out to the
northwest, so we had time and decided to try it. There are a few more
obstacles, which are interesting, but not something that really enhances
the overall trip. By the time one reaches Tip-Over Challenge, heading
for home seems like a good idea. It's still another =BD hour of fairly
rough trail to go at that point. The BLM has done a real nice job of
setting out trail markers on all the trails, so this helps eliminate the
confusion of miscellaneous roads and intersections. Back in camp the sun
broke through for a while and I was able to get a scenic picture of the
La Sal mountains
Cloud covered La Sal mountains.
**Sunday: Hell's Revenge
Between Saturday night and Sunday morning, we met up with the Pinzgauer
contingent. Some of them were in the campground and others stayed in a
nearby motel. They were: Brian Gould with his 712 6x6, Park Hill and his
710, Paul and Eric Buckner with their 710, Douwe and Ann Bruinsma and their
710, and Mike Kinsey and his 710. There was another couple of guys with
them in Jeeps. One of them had an off-road unicycle. He rode down most of
the obstacles we came across including potato salad hill on his unicycle -
pretty amazing to see!
Our fearless Unicyclist.
We had a great run on Hell's revenge, with no mishaps and great weather.
The only big disappointment for me was the Gates of Hell was officially
closed off this year. We took a different route out this year, going North
after tipover challenge and winding through a bunch of more obstacles before
getting down to the sandy flats. The park service outdid themselves this
year, marking every turn on most of the trails, making it really easy to
navigate. We talked to a ranger after hitting the pavement and thanked him
for his work.
Potato Salad Hill run #1.
After getting down, we drove over to potato salad hill, now renamed "tater
salad hill" due to some hick who was entertaining the Pinzgauer crew. After
watching some jeeps go up and one near rollover by a Jeep Cherokee, I drove
up once just to show everyone how the German trucks work. The first time, I
got halfway up before Ron DePugh signaled that my lockers weren't on. It
got kind of boring here, so I decided to go up again before we went back to
town. My 9 year-old, Forest decided to join me. There was a guy there from
Colorado who was really mog-hungry and asked if his girlfriend could ride up with
us. I told him both of them could come so they hopped in and brought their
Potato Salad Hill run with the dog.
After getting back to camp, we met up with Greg and Chris Maiser. They
had intended to arrive earlier, but had some serious tire problems en route.
Greg trailered his 404 doka from Southern CA.