Alright, so a few things happened since the last post. In a fury of packing we left for Overland Expo and then traveled up to Moab to meet Bowman Odyssey. All manner of thing ensued.
We bombed out to Expo in a valiant cannonball run style 22 hour sprint, making it to Alburqurque, NM to meet up with the rest of the team.
Had a great time at Expo meeting everyone and learning about everyone's adventures.
After expo we convoyed up to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. What an amazing trip with spectacular views.
The Grand Canyon was short lived. We woke up early the next morning to separate from the team and cruise up to Moab, UT. I was hoping for a short 3-4 hour drive but it was a solid day's trip. We met up with Bowman Odyssey around dusk near Dewey Bridge on the Kokopelli Trail.
The next morning we tried to connect with the Bold team but fought very poor cell signal. I had to climb up a large rock spire just to get a bar. Communication was difficult and wires were crossed. We later found out the team had start up the Kokopelli Trail in an attempt to meet up with us instead of cruising out the tarmac road south of Arches to Dewey Bridge. We didn't see them for another day.
As we were waiting on the team to show up we grew restless. The guys wanted to show me a route that led to Grand Junction. One of the guys had successfully made the trek a few years prior in his stock ZJ. We ran down to take some photos and check it out. This is where our adventure happened...
We met a stream crossing and stopped. Maps showed this was a state road and passable. The previously successful ZJ driver said it was possible but expressed concern about the water conditions. He said there was a rock shelf (road bed). We decided to walk out and test. It was cold but shallow. I decided to dip the truck's toes in and grab a few photos. What we later found out from the tow truck driver was that the road shelf was in a horse shoe shape, and did not go straight from shore to shore. As I was slowly dropping in for some photos the front of the truck dropped off the rock shelf and start floating. The current immediately grabbed the truck and ripped it from the silt. I went into panic mode and pegged the throttle. There was no way I was meeting the Colorado River that day. The truck and I clawed our way to safety as best we could. Our best was not good enough. We came to anchor a mere 15 feet from the other shore. That is where we stayed for the next 8 hours.
I watched, helplessly, as my truck filled with cold dark water. Everything we had brought slowly destroyed by the Colorado snow melt and Utah silt. I jumped out the window and started pulling winch cable only to release my second worst fear. Rewind, only a few months prior I ponied up and spent a small fortune on a Warn winch. Everyone said it was the way to go if you never wanted to worry about rescuing yourself in the middle of no where. I was in the middle of no where. I needed rescuing.
The Warn winch was dead before I could even ask anything of it.
My heart sank further and we immediately started to formulate another plan. We kept working on plans for 6 additional hours before the tow truck arrived. In a last ditch effort, the tow truck driver plucked us from the cold water and back to the camp sight miles down the road.
Getting home was another adventure in and of itself. Bowman Odyssey was gracious enough to pull the crippled Tacoma all the way back to Tennessee.
Tear down immediately started once we arrived home. We quickly realized this truck was never going to be the same.
Fast forward a week and we'd removed all my aftermarket bits and she was taken away to be recycled.
Fast forward a few more days. We found a replacement rig and have started bolting all my camping and adventure gear on to the new truck.
Amanda and I had some serious heart to heart discussion about what we wanted to do and where we wanted to go. This truck is the foundation for a truly life changing direction for us. It's got all the bells and whistles we need to stitch together the main tool needed for our next life adventure.
Welcome to the fray, truck.