Blackdawg
Dr. Frankenstein
Fires, Tires, 'n Bears eh?
Ooh Yaayh!!!
FTnBE-8.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
Chapter 1: Simple Beginnings
Ooh Yaayh!!!
FTnBE-8.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
Chapter 1: Simple Beginnings
This trip report is well over due. But better late then never right?
This trip takes place in August of 2015. Mike, Ben and I are once again headed to a new place with our companion Timmy. We also invited a flat lander to join us, Chris from Kansas. Our trip would follow most of the WABDR route with a few alterations and then continue up into British Colombia.
As per usual, this will be told mainly from my memory and point of view and is mostly a journal for myself and friends to look back on. But I hope someone else enjoys it as well.
I was VERY excited for this trip. Frankenstein seemed to be running in top notch shape. I had a new bed rack setup and a killer front long travel kit to break in. My girlfriend Devin had flown out from St Louis and had never been to the West and I was very excited to show her why the mid west was so lame Devin and I drove to Ben's place in Idaho to stay the night on the 7th. From there we caravaned to the rally point of Cascade Locks, Wa.
This was a very long drive across Washington and then along the Oregon and Washington border. By chance Chris was pulled off on the side of the interstate and heard us chatting on the CB radio and immediately caught up to us. We got familiar with him as we chatted the whole way to the rally point. One thing that had caught our attention was the very very apparently burn scars of multiple fires. This had be one of the worst years for forest fires in Washington and we would experience this in greater depth later.
Mike had chosen then meeting spot of a burger joint and as he was the closest person to the spot was there first.
IMG_9660 by mike digirat, on Flickr
But we all rolled in and greeted each other with hugs. Being spread across three different states means we don't see each other much. Then dug into some nice burgers and shakes.
Our fourth member of our troop was still not with us though even after we finished eating. We stocked up at the grocery store and I decided to try swapping CB antennas and broke out the tools, Ben laughing that I was already wrenching on Frankenstein and we hadn't even started.
IMG_0002 by Benjamin Springli, on Flickr
Timmy still had not shown up and even on my APRS rig he didn't appear to be close. We could get him on the cellphone either.
Venice, Ben's Co pilot was ready to go!
IMG_0001 by Benjamin Springli, on Flickr
Finally Timmy did show up though and we hit the road crossing the mighty Columbia river.
IMG_9661 by mike digirat, on Flickr
We refueled before hitting the dirt. Ben, Mike and Timmy chatting final travel details while they wait...on me..as per usual.
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Finally, we hit the dirt and aired down. I always love these trips for various reason, but one is to always see how we have grown and changed our rigs to better suit our wants and needs. Every one always has different ideas and preferences. Its great to see all of the same but also completely different trucks. Reflections of the people driving them.
FTnBE?-2.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
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I was ready to tear up some forest service roads, but our first road was..well..short lived. And we found ourselves back on a short piece of asphalt. Coming from the high alpine desert of Wyoming, I was drawn to the amount of trees.
FTnBE?-6.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
Tree tunnels though would grown old to my taste eventually. But was still very different for me.
Then we hit our first problem, already, in a real tunnel of growth.
IMG_9665 by mike digirat, on Flickr
Timmy had heard a rattling from the underside of his truck and a quick inspection revealed that the rear shock body cap had popped off and was rattling around on the shaft.
FTnBE?-9.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
We all just too the opportunity to chat and give Timmy ****
I mostly drooled and The Red Heads *** with the rear bumper I had made Mike the pervious winter.
FTnBE?-8.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
After Timmy had repaired the truck we set off again and quickly realized that this trip was going to be dusty. Like insanely dusty. The extremely dry summer Washington had had really showed on these roads. This dust was super fine and would just linger for what seemed hours.
IMG_0011 by Benjamin Springli, on Flickr
IMG_0016 by Benjamin Springli, on Flickr
This meant we started to spread out a lot. Mike, Timmy and I had Ham radios, though it was new to Mike. But proved to be helpful for this. The WABDR route continued and the going was fast for us. The road was relatively flat and being in a large group, as long as you aren't the first one, means you can go quite fast.
Not that fast is always a great idea..
I had told myself I would not get Frankenstein airborne on this trip. I wanted to had gussets and reinforce areas before getting carried away. But as I was looking out the window enjoying the view, Timmy came up over the radio.
“Hey Monte, there is a nice little jump there if ya hit it right.”
Hmmm..sounds fun. Long as I don't go TOO hard, I thought as I looked forward and saw the little bump in the road. Instinctively I floored it in 2nd gear thinking nothing of it.
Until I actually hit it.
This was one of the deceptive humps. The kind that looks small from one direction only to drop off a lot more then you thought on the other side.
Mustve hit it at 35-40mph and instantly thought...Oh Ssssshhhhiiiiittttt. I swear it was a full second of air time and Frankenstein came down with a crash.
Devin's eyes, who by the way has NEVER been offroading before, where dinner plates. But the smile was ear to ear as she giggled.
I was in shock the truck was in moving shape.
“A LITTE jump????!?! Bull **** man! I just flew!” I said
“Oh, well, sorry haha you aren't supposed to hit it hard” replied Timmy.
Least we got that out of the way early...
FTnBE?-10.jpg by Monte Nickles Photos, on Flickr
Needless to say, the smoothness of the roads defiantly provoked hooigan driving
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