Purple People Eater
Explorer
This is my first post on here, so don't yell at me.
A few weeks ago, I got a call from one of my good buddies from high school. He said he needed to get out and about. I knew what he was asking of me, considering he had traded in his YJ for a new Dodge Neon (oh, the horror) a few months prior. I told him about a place I had been wanting to go to for a while, a little place called Crown King. The trail is a 35-mile white knuckler in central Arizona, that leads to a ghost/hick/small town with a saloon and a general store. My kind of place, really. We got a late start, so to add to the thrill, we drove most of it in the dark. Alone. Never will I do that again. Here are a few pictures of the fiasco…
Mike is waaaay too excited.
Dark, and not even close yet.
She was making funny noises, but it was just the back tires rubbing the fenders at full flex.
By the time we arrived at Crown King, the saloon was packed and every Jeep and ATV in the state seemed to be there. None of us boys are 21 yet, so we didn't stay long. Just wanted to check it out. I'm sure we'll enjoy a jar or two there someday.
In the morning, we packed up camp and headed out through the Bradshaw Mountains. This windy, washboard road was where I realized what I thought was my alignment being off, later to find out I somewhat "injured" my steering gear box. Oops.
The Bradshaws.
The next destination was a place about 20 miles south of Flagstaff on Anderson Mesa called Young's Canyon. My dad and I camped here all the time, Because of a freshwater spring we discovered. Crystal clear, cold, clean water flows from it year-round. It's quite awesome. Getting to it is a jouncy, kidney-jarring, "are we there yet?" ride, though. I call it "An...n...der...s...son...n...Me...s...sa."
Seeing a herd of elk is always a treat. They were jumping that fence like it wasn't even there.
Look at my new bumper! And of course the beautiful BFG All-terrains.
If you happen to find an XJ fender flair somewhere on a dirt road in central AZ, please return it to Robert Curtis.
Just posing.
We went hiking the next morning and took some nice photos of us and the landscape.
Tony and I.
Mike and I.
The ride home was long, but thank God for Fabreeze, toothbrushes, and Led Zeppelin.
A few weeks ago, I got a call from one of my good buddies from high school. He said he needed to get out and about. I knew what he was asking of me, considering he had traded in his YJ for a new Dodge Neon (oh, the horror) a few months prior. I told him about a place I had been wanting to go to for a while, a little place called Crown King. The trail is a 35-mile white knuckler in central Arizona, that leads to a ghost/hick/small town with a saloon and a general store. My kind of place, really. We got a late start, so to add to the thrill, we drove most of it in the dark. Alone. Never will I do that again. Here are a few pictures of the fiasco…
Mike is waaaay too excited.
Dark, and not even close yet.
She was making funny noises, but it was just the back tires rubbing the fenders at full flex.
By the time we arrived at Crown King, the saloon was packed and every Jeep and ATV in the state seemed to be there. None of us boys are 21 yet, so we didn't stay long. Just wanted to check it out. I'm sure we'll enjoy a jar or two there someday.
In the morning, we packed up camp and headed out through the Bradshaw Mountains. This windy, washboard road was where I realized what I thought was my alignment being off, later to find out I somewhat "injured" my steering gear box. Oops.
The Bradshaws.
The next destination was a place about 20 miles south of Flagstaff on Anderson Mesa called Young's Canyon. My dad and I camped here all the time, Because of a freshwater spring we discovered. Crystal clear, cold, clean water flows from it year-round. It's quite awesome. Getting to it is a jouncy, kidney-jarring, "are we there yet?" ride, though. I call it "An...n...der...s...son...n...Me...s...sa."
Seeing a herd of elk is always a treat. They were jumping that fence like it wasn't even there.
Look at my new bumper! And of course the beautiful BFG All-terrains.
If you happen to find an XJ fender flair somewhere on a dirt road in central AZ, please return it to Robert Curtis.
Just posing.
We went hiking the next morning and took some nice photos of us and the landscape.
Tony and I.
Mike and I.
The ride home was long, but thank God for Fabreeze, toothbrushes, and Led Zeppelin.
