TORXreport: King of the Hammers
Johnson Valley, California
Jan 31 - Feb 6, 2016
Johnson Valley, California
Jan 31 - Feb 6, 2016
King of the Hammers snuck up on me this year. For the past few months Winton and I have been thrashing on the 4500 MJ, hoping to get it ready for some pre-running while down there, but it just wasn't meant to be this year. However, I knew at the very least I was down to head down for a week of spectating and good times!
After catching a few solid hours of sleep, I shoved out of Battle Ground, 3:30am Saturday morning with a bit of a drive ahead.

The first few hours were a bit sketch making my way out of Portland under a torrential down pour. I was looking forward to leaving the PNW weather behind. First fuel stop was in Ashland, and then it was up and over Siskiyou pass. Little bit of snow on the sides, but the roads were clear.

One cool thing I enjoy about these "pilgrimages" is the variety of other travelers you pass along the way. I passed a four truck convoy in Oregon all loaded with buggies, and caught this guy just outside Sacramento. All of us were Hammer bound.

Stopped for some groceries outside Fresno (that was a cultural experience), and grabbed some dinner. On the last leg of the trip, I hit some thick fog while heading over the pass on 58 outside Bakersfield. The few cars heading that way were forced to slow down to 25mph, and even then it was white knuckle on the corners. Eventually after dropping elevation the fog weakened, and I was on the home stretch. Arrived at Hammer Town shortly before 10:00pm, iron-manning the drive down.
For the first night I quickly set up my tent, and crashed for the night. Woke up the next morning, and took in the beauty of the desert.
While killing some time before some friends arrived, I took a walk through Hammer Town where vendors were still setting up, and people were arriving.

I got word some friends had arrived and were set up outside Hammer Town. I tossed the tent in the Jeep, and joined them to camp out for the week. View from camp as I unloaded the Jeep.

As Paul and Kevin pulled their coil overs for some valving changes, Rod and Mike arrived on the lake bed. Just as they unrolled their tent, we saw this monster coming right for us...

Rod and Mike bailed on the tent for the time being as it looked like this storm wasn't going to pass through anytime soon. Goggles on, light stuff stored away, and fingers crossed my tent would hold up to the desert winds.

After awhile we decided to venture into Hammer Town for a change of environment. Ran into a blast from the NWC's past, IXNAYXJ. Matt was helping pit for a 4400 team, and showed us their car. TrentFab "top-shelf" IFS build, for D-squared Racing.

Continuing with our stroll through Hammer Town we tracked down the crew from Piston's Wild who was racing their 4542 mod class YJ this year. It was good to see some other familiar faces down there, and check out their hard work in getting their car ready.
Back at camp with a little break in the weather, we took a drive up to Chocolate Thunder.

A few guys were out on the trail getting in some rec wheeling, and practice runs. Chocolate Thunder is a trail that some people one shot without slipping a tire, while others need a recovery crew brought in. I look forward to putting some tires on the trail one day.

4600 stock class MJ out practicing. Pretty well put together rig, and with the long wheel base, it get's it pretty good.

The clear conditions didn't last long with another wave on the horizon.

Once we got back to camp the winds were not holding back rocking the Jeep, and sand blasting everything in their path. It was only 6:00pm, but we called it a night to just take some shelter. Rod and Mike slept in their Jeep, while I stayed in my tent with my fingers crossed it wouldn't rip apart. For the next 12 hours the winds didn't let up. I'd fall asleep only to get woken up by a gust nearly flattening my tent in it's path. After I could hear the sand raining down on everything inside.

Hunkered down inside my mummy bag, I had to wonder how long this was going to last. After all, this was suppose to be a vacation.
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