IXNAYXJ
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When relatives come to Seattle, most people take them to the usual spots; The Ballard Locks, the Space Needle, Pike Place Market, Musuem of Flight, Geoduck hunting, etc.... Not GI-John.
He prefers to take them wheeling and scare the ever-loving crap out of them (remember most of these people have never been inside of a real Jeep). Which brings us to our story.
The original plan was to all meet in Bonney Lake as usual, but a few of us (the usual suspects; Myself, Ian (Slacker87XJ), Phil (ECKSJAY) and Eli (12GaugeXJ) decided to go up camping the night before (Saturday).
Many of the pics are only Den-Worthy, but I'll post a couple to give an example of the debauchery and general good time that was had by all.
Dinner:
Come to think of it, that about the only non-Den-Worthy pic from the camping portion. To hell with it, here they go:
I like paste...and Irish Whiskey:
Passing the bottle around:
Ian, going quickly downhill. Phil with Shiner Bock and Jameson.
We drank Ian under the, uh...tarp.
Home Sweet Cherokee. Those of you who have seen my rig know how amazingly clean and orderely it is here:
So the next morning we collected Paul (mud1059) and his Toyota buddy Josh from their campsite and set out to meet GI-John and Adam (adamusmc2002) at the trailhead. With me in the lead and John pulling tailgunner, we headed up the 311a and 311b to sort everybody out. Most of you guys recognize this spot by now:
There was amazingly little smoke considering the ferocity of the fire that was blazing on the other side of Rainier. On the way in through Enumclaw we could see the pillar of smoke pretty clearly, but not at all from any of the trails we ran.
Phil on the last corner of 311b...which used to be MUCH harder:
Adam and his buddy in Adam's really nice looking '96. I've never seen a Marine concentrate so hard in my life though....
John playing around, looking for a challenge.
It was at this point that those of us already at the top enjoying the view heard this hellacious "BANG...CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!!!" We all looked at eachother and said simultaneously, "There goes an axle...."
It turns out it was Paul's buddy, Josh in the Yota/Truggy on 36" Iroks. It turns out it wasn't an axle but something inside the diff...we're still waiting to hear what exactly it was. I didn't get any pics, but I know many were taken...so post up! After an hour of winching and pulling and swearing, we got him to the end of the trail. Paul decided to stay with him and help, and Adam had to go home at this point.
And then there were four.
Stay tuned!
-----Matt-----
He prefers to take them wheeling and scare the ever-loving crap out of them (remember most of these people have never been inside of a real Jeep). Which brings us to our story.
The original plan was to all meet in Bonney Lake as usual, but a few of us (the usual suspects; Myself, Ian (Slacker87XJ), Phil (ECKSJAY) and Eli (12GaugeXJ) decided to go up camping the night before (Saturday).
Many of the pics are only Den-Worthy, but I'll post a couple to give an example of the debauchery and general good time that was had by all.
Dinner:

Come to think of it, that about the only non-Den-Worthy pic from the camping portion. To hell with it, here they go:
I like paste...and Irish Whiskey:

Passing the bottle around:


Ian, going quickly downhill. Phil with Shiner Bock and Jameson.

We drank Ian under the, uh...tarp.

Home Sweet Cherokee. Those of you who have seen my rig know how amazingly clean and orderely it is here:

So the next morning we collected Paul (mud1059) and his Toyota buddy Josh from their campsite and set out to meet GI-John and Adam (adamusmc2002) at the trailhead. With me in the lead and John pulling tailgunner, we headed up the 311a and 311b to sort everybody out. Most of you guys recognize this spot by now:

There was amazingly little smoke considering the ferocity of the fire that was blazing on the other side of Rainier. On the way in through Enumclaw we could see the pillar of smoke pretty clearly, but not at all from any of the trails we ran.
Phil on the last corner of 311b...which used to be MUCH harder:

Adam and his buddy in Adam's really nice looking '96. I've never seen a Marine concentrate so hard in my life though....


John playing around, looking for a challenge.

It was at this point that those of us already at the top enjoying the view heard this hellacious "BANG...CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!!!" We all looked at eachother and said simultaneously, "There goes an axle...."
It turns out it was Paul's buddy, Josh in the Yota/Truggy on 36" Iroks. It turns out it wasn't an axle but something inside the diff...we're still waiting to hear what exactly it was. I didn't get any pics, but I know many were taken...so post up! After an hour of winching and pulling and swearing, we got him to the end of the trail. Paul decided to stay with him and help, and Adam had to go home at this point.
And then there were four.
Stay tuned!
-----Matt-----