Mass_Mopar
Don't Litter
Welcome to the summit of Mt DRAM
Spencer & crew had set off down the trail on the far side to size up the obstacle ahead. Without the deep snow cover of DRAM2, the rock obstacles were laid bare. Will and I hung back, taking in the views and stretching our legs. The wind was cutting across the top of the mountain like a knife and we were frozen stiff in short order.
With the group reassembled, we debated the path forward. With the early afternoon upon us, we unanimously decided to head back the way we came. The rock garden on the back side was certainly passable, but at that point in our journey we weren't willing to sacrifice the time or tolerate the beating it would require.
We started the trucks up and eagerly got going on the last couple hours of driving in between us and camp.
I had been looking forward to that night's lakeside campsite ever since Spence sent out the driver's packet. The wind was still steady but had calmed down from the previous night. The group chose a spot set back from the water's edge, and we all got going on dinner, fire, & setting up. I didn't take any chances, and threw a few extra bunjees around the rain fly to make sure I wouldn't have to endure another night like the previous one.
The morning light of Day 3 brought the best weather we'd seen all trip. It boosted our spirits and made food and teardown go by quickly. Once again, we would be saying goodbye to a teammate today. The 4-runner crew would be departing that morning due to prior obligations, despite our hard work tempting Ashwin & Elise to continue on for a small part of the day with us. With their departure, we were down to 5 trucks and 6 DRAMers.
We all knew what we were up against. Day 3 was the longest by far. Perhaps even more challenging than that was the stark knowledge that everything ahead of us was brand new; the DRAM2 route had been scrapped and DRAM3's was untested from here on out. I can probably speak for the team when I say I had one thing on my mind setting out:
LUBEC. OR. BUST.
To be continued....
Spencer & crew had set off down the trail on the far side to size up the obstacle ahead. Without the deep snow cover of DRAM2, the rock obstacles were laid bare. Will and I hung back, taking in the views and stretching our legs. The wind was cutting across the top of the mountain like a knife and we were frozen stiff in short order.
With the group reassembled, we debated the path forward. With the early afternoon upon us, we unanimously decided to head back the way we came. The rock garden on the back side was certainly passable, but at that point in our journey we weren't willing to sacrifice the time or tolerate the beating it would require.
We started the trucks up and eagerly got going on the last couple hours of driving in between us and camp.
I had been looking forward to that night's lakeside campsite ever since Spence sent out the driver's packet. The wind was still steady but had calmed down from the previous night. The group chose a spot set back from the water's edge, and we all got going on dinner, fire, & setting up. I didn't take any chances, and threw a few extra bunjees around the rain fly to make sure I wouldn't have to endure another night like the previous one.
The morning light of Day 3 brought the best weather we'd seen all trip. It boosted our spirits and made food and teardown go by quickly. Once again, we would be saying goodbye to a teammate today. The 4-runner crew would be departing that morning due to prior obligations, despite our hard work tempting Ashwin & Elise to continue on for a small part of the day with us. With their departure, we were down to 5 trucks and 6 DRAMers.
We all knew what we were up against. Day 3 was the longest by far. Perhaps even more challenging than that was the stark knowledge that everything ahead of us was brand new; the DRAM2 route had been scrapped and DRAM3's was untested from here on out. I can probably speak for the team when I say I had one thing on my mind setting out:
LUBEC. OR. BUST.
To be continued....
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