I made the opportunity over this past weekend to finally take the truck out. Between fixing my heater, unclogging overflowing drains, doing a bathroom renovation, and ripping out walls to stem the inflow of water into my finished basement, I have been very busy with the house.
Anyway, the lady friend and I decided last minute to make the 4 hour drive to western CO and run the first portion of the Kokopelli trail. It was a whirlwind kind of trip with preparations beginning on Thursday night with the expectation that I would finish the sleeping platform in the bed before we left Saturday morning. I was able to do so and will share some more details in a subsequent post on what I did and some dimensions if anyone wants to replicate it. The same goes for some additional mods I have done since I last updated this post. I apologize for the slacking.
We started the 4x4 journey near Mack, CO and the Rabbit Valley entrance. It is really the first put in for the 142 mile (Fruita to Moab) journey as the first segment is singletrack only. I aired down in anticipation of what lay before us.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
Route finding proved to be a little bit challenging at times as the various offshoots were not always well marked. Even when they were marked, the only differentiation between trails was a small label across the top of the sign post in size 12 font that gave the name of the trail. That in addition to the fact that the map was not entirely comprehensive made for a little bit of difficulty in a few sections where we got lost. The GF and dogs were having a great time as we crawled in relative peace through the cliffs and rock formations. The only mishap we had along the way was coming down a little ledge when one of the rocks stacked on the other side shifted as I landed on it and I came down on the cross member. Relatively speaking it wasn't so bad as it just nicked the back side. It completely and totally justified my recent purchase of skid plates and I wished terribly that I had them on this trip (more on that later). After taking some side trails that were clearly not for trucks, we managed to turn things around and ended up on the bluffs above the Colorado River just in time to see some ominous looking clouds rolling in.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
As a novice offroader, the potential for slick rocks and flooded washes was a bit intimidating and for anyone who knows the Kokopelli trail, I had the shelf road section ahead of me. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures through this section as it was quite trying at spots for my inexperienced self. The track was barely wider than the vehicle, had a decent sized drop off one side, and had boulders sticking out at points along the uphill side that just wanted to reach out and grab some sheet metal. Some careful spotting got us through that section just as the rain rolled in. The trail was slightly easier after this point with the exception of a short, steep, downhill that required careful tire placement to get down without dragging something. After that it was relatively tame again with the trickiest sections being a few soft washes and some healthy sized mud holes courtesy of the recent rains. We slogged through those and finally made it out to the road after 6 hours on the trail. Exhausted, we pulled over into the first dispersed camping site we found and set up shop.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
Now I'll be perfectly honest. This trip was dual purpose. In addition to wanting to get out camping, exploring, and break in the truck, I had also been intending to do the engagement mod for a while. I waited until the sun was setting over a nice vista before setting up the DSLR on a tripod and recording a video under the guise of taking a picture of us both. Romantically enough, this hill top must be used to graze cattle as it was covered in poop. Never the less, I got down on one knee and she said yes! :smiley_drive:
After that we just sat around for a little while talking and watching the sun set before heading to bed. It was comfy back there and all once you got over the lack of space, having a high topper would be ideal for this type of arrangement.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
I had mentioned to my GF..er, fiance, on several occasions how much I wanted to do the Top of the World trail. Given that we were only 45 minutes away, she suggested that we head down there and give it a shot. Not wanting to pass up a good opportunity, I pointed the truck in the direction of Moab and soon enough we were at the entrance.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
I didn't really know what to expect out of this trail other than what I could find on TrailDamage. The first 2.5 miles were pretty straightforward and didn't require any spotting to get through. After that things turned a bit more technical, honestly, a lot more technical than I expected and was comfortable with. As hard as it was to bow out at that point, my lack of body armor, experience, and desire to be able to drive home influenced my decision to throw in the towel on driving the rest. We found a place to pull over off the trail and just happened to be in the right place at the right time to hitch a ride to the top in some friendly stranger's 4 seater RZR. The rest of the journey to the top reinforced my decision to stop where we did as there were some serious ledges and rocks that would have eaten my underbelly alive.
On the way up!
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
This trail is an absolute must. The views from the top are so breathtaking you must find a way to get up there, whether by foot, two wheels, or 4 wheels. We hung out on the top for a while taking pictures and soaking it all in. What an absolute treat.
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Tim Souza, on Flickr
We decided to hike back down which in hindsight wasn't a bad decision. We arrived about the same time as our companions on their RZR and the ATVs up there did. On the way back down I put the lady behind the wheel and walked in front of the truck spotting her down any sections where she was iffy. As we are intending to do the Alpine Loop in a few weeks, I figured it was imperative she know how to pilot the truck through some moderately technical terrain. She did great heading down the rest, though it was funny not only being outside of the vehicle for it all, but out in front looking back to see the lines she chose.
After getting back to the road we trucked it back up to Rabbit Valley where we met up with a few of my buddies who were out there dirt biking. We set up shop overlooking the valley, and relaxed for a night of good food, good booze, and awesome company. Not that you guys will ever see this, but thanks for the toast. We also ran into a bunch of Yotas that were on their way to Rock Therapy in Moab. It was great to meet you Bob and Kayla, hope the event goes off without a hitch!
Things I learned from this trip:
- having the ARB on board air was awesome. The compressor did an admirable job filling my 255/85s up from 20 to 38 PSI and made it through all 4 without having to shut off.
- I very much need some skid plates. That cross member hit let me know that I best be careful in the future as the majority of my truck is exposed.
- My Rotopax gets a meh rating. As I was tossing the full container up on the roof and trying to line up the two handles with the slots it came down while the handles weren't perfectly aligned and bent each of those bolts. I can't say I'm very pleased with that and will be contacting Rotopax to see if those are replaceable.
- I guess it's a right of passage as I now have some pinstriping down the side of my truck
- Does anyone have tips on silencing a Hi-Lift? It sounded like I had an aluminum box of bolts welded to the roof of my truck.
We hoofed it home yesterday morning to give some time to get unpacked, settled, and ready to head back to work. We also had to let our families know of the engagement. It was a bitter sweet announcement as I found out when talking to my parents that my grandmother has terminal cancer. She's lived a good long 98 years and I'm hoping she can hold on long enough to make it to my wedding. She did say at Christmas that she wanted to go to at least one more before she kicked off.