PISMO BEACH AND OCEANO DUNES!!!
With fresh tires and a sweet skid, it was time to get a bit dirty (or at least sandy). I joined up with a group of off-road explorers for some playtime at Pismo Beach and Oceano Dunes.
After a brief meet-n-greet it was time for the sacred off-road ritual.... Please everyone, take a knee.
With no dune experience I tried to get a consensus on correct tire pressure. All the Jeepers were telling me 12 lbs. 12 lbs. 12 lbs.
12 lbs they say... 12 lbs it is!
While I was airing down, the group leader asked about my tire pressure. He has played in the dunes before with a CUV and said, Try 18 lb. 18 it is!
Seems 12 lbs is great for a solid axle (to prevent wheel hop) and 18 lbs for independent suspension.
We headed out caravan style to the beach. As soon as we hit the surf, the whole bunch slammed on the brakes for what became a massive selfie fest.
With initial pics out of the way, we paraded down Pismo Beach.
We finally arrived at the first access point to the Oceano Dunes. It's a left turn for fun!!!
We hadn't even hit the big dunes and I already had a grin plastered on my face and was giggling like a school girl.
(poser pic)
It was pretty easy at first. Then the dunes got bigger and BIGGER! I have driven sand and beach before, but dunes were notably lacking from my resume.
The leader dropped out of sight over the edge of a large dune. 2nd in line, I eased up to the edge and looked over. Gulp! Leader yells "You'll be fine". I hit the gas and over I went. I was fine (and it was fun).
Now comes time to climb the steep back sides of the dunes. Momentum seemed to be the solution to the dune puzzle. It was a bit disconcerting hitting the dune with enough speed and momentum to clear the top. As the dune face gets closer, it starts looking like it's a 90 degree vertical wall and I'm going wayyy too fast.
There is a bit of a hit, then up and over the dune I go!
After about an hour, my confidence grew. I was throwing CUV style sand roosters and driving up and down anything and everything I thought possible.
I was really pleased with the Escape's performance in the dunes. I think the light weight, short wheel base, and independent suspension gave me a nice edge in the sand.
18 lbs pressure worked brilliantly. It allowed me to salvage a bit of ground clearance, and I never came close to getting stuck.
(vintage dune buggies frolicking in the dunes)
The beach side of the big dunes was often a long, moderate slope. I saw a couple of straight axle rigs that were struggling with the climb. Their rear axle and tires were hopping on the sand. I can tell you with certainty, a hopping tire has little traction. I taxied up to one hopping rig and shared the wisdom of 12 lbs. He adjusted his pressure and cruised right up the dune.
After hours of play it was getting dark and time to head out for dinner. The leader was busy extricating a stuck rig and asked me to lead the rest of the group out of the dunes. I nodded yes and put the Escape in gear.
My problem was, I didn't know where "out" was. You can't just drive from dunes to beach. There are specific designated access points. The good news: There was still some light to the left. That means West is left. "Out" is somewhere to the left. Head left young man!
The bad news: It was hard as hell to pick out a path. Dusk left very little visual contrast, and there were massive dark shadows in every direction. I didn't want to lead the crew into some dodgy, sandy, dead end.
Over the years, I've seen so many off-road rigs that are plastered with external lighting. On the bumper, under the bumper, on the grill, in the grill, on the cowl, on the roof rack, under the chassis. Here a light, there a light, everywhere a light-light! I really don't care what others do with their rigs, but I have never felt the need for more than stock Lo/Hi beams and fogs. On road you can't use all those fancy lights. Off-road, I'm going slow enough that Hi beams give me all the lumens I need.
That said, trying to navigate the dunes at dusk, I'd have given my left spleen for a half dozen well placed light bars!
Somehow I managed to lead my trusting caravan out of the dunes. It was back to the beach, then on to Fin's for dinner. Fin's serves up a fine order of fish-n-chips and some of the best clam chowder around.
After dinner, it was back to the dunes for some night moves!
(to be continued)