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Final trip for the season before the snow flew was a simple one. My nephew had asked to go on one of our runs since he's never been off road before. My buddies Bill and John had a weekend free to go out for an overnighter to see some of the leaves changing. We decided to head south and hit up Medano Pass into the Great Sand Dunes National park. Not crazy technical as trails go, but never fails for checking out the aspens changing color. Plan was to get down to the dunes and come back up the trail to find a place for the night.
Getting in sight of the dunes.
Even with stopping for lunch on near the top of the pass, we made insanely good time coming down. Medano can be done in just about any stock 4x4 truck so for us to get down to the dunes quick was pretty easy. It was barely 1:00pm when we were discussing our next move.
Bill is the most knowledgable of local trails and normally fearless when it comes down to taking on tough ones. Given the time of day if we headed back up Medano we'd be set up in camp before 3:00 and that leads to some bored dudes with a lot of time to kill before the sun goes down. Bill throws the idea of taking on Blanca Peak as it's mere minutes from where we are. We have talked about this before but usually, it gets brushed off due to the difficulty of the trail itself. The trail is one of the hardest in the state. We begin to rationalize this idea knowing Bill's Tacoma is fairly stock and mine is huge by wide. John's TJ on the other hand is more than ready for the trail with a recently installed long arm suspension system and ARB's front and rear. We think about it for a couple of minutes and decide to send the Tacoma upfront as the canary in the cage. When he couldn't make it we'd stop and come back down.
We made our way up the rocky ride leading to the main start of the trail.
The trail makes its way up via many switchbacks gaining elevation quickly. These are tight and narrow requiring multipoint turns for everybody but the TJ in our group. It's steep too. Really steep. But it did make a great view of the San Luis Valley below.
The main gatekeeper to the trail is a slab of rock called Jaws 1. Just before reaching it we found this very wounded Cherokee. It was obviously rolled and beat on every panel.
Here we can see the slab. It's set to toss you off the trail and down the side of the mountain. We study it close and realize if we get Bill's rig over it, we have to get him back. Plus the next obstacle called Jaws 2 is way worse than this one. We finally make the wise choice to head back down and find a campsite for the night. My spider-sense for something to go wrong was on tilt for the last half mile or so, making the choice to turn back fine by me.
My Doggo was happy with the change. We stopped part way down to help some Texan hikers change out a flat tire.
I found a break in the Juniper trees with a couple of two tracks. Turned out to be a solid campsite out of the wind.
I cooked up a mess of steak to make phlly cheesesteak sandwiches for the group as the sun went down. It was a good little run.
Getting in sight of the dunes.
Even with stopping for lunch on near the top of the pass, we made insanely good time coming down. Medano can be done in just about any stock 4x4 truck so for us to get down to the dunes quick was pretty easy. It was barely 1:00pm when we were discussing our next move.
Bill is the most knowledgable of local trails and normally fearless when it comes down to taking on tough ones. Given the time of day if we headed back up Medano we'd be set up in camp before 3:00 and that leads to some bored dudes with a lot of time to kill before the sun goes down. Bill throws the idea of taking on Blanca Peak as it's mere minutes from where we are. We have talked about this before but usually, it gets brushed off due to the difficulty of the trail itself. The trail is one of the hardest in the state. We begin to rationalize this idea knowing Bill's Tacoma is fairly stock and mine is huge by wide. John's TJ on the other hand is more than ready for the trail with a recently installed long arm suspension system and ARB's front and rear. We think about it for a couple of minutes and decide to send the Tacoma upfront as the canary in the cage. When he couldn't make it we'd stop and come back down.
We made our way up the rocky ride leading to the main start of the trail.
The trail makes its way up via many switchbacks gaining elevation quickly. These are tight and narrow requiring multipoint turns for everybody but the TJ in our group. It's steep too. Really steep. But it did make a great view of the San Luis Valley below.
The main gatekeeper to the trail is a slab of rock called Jaws 1. Just before reaching it we found this very wounded Cherokee. It was obviously rolled and beat on every panel.
Here we can see the slab. It's set to toss you off the trail and down the side of the mountain. We study it close and realize if we get Bill's rig over it, we have to get him back. Plus the next obstacle called Jaws 2 is way worse than this one. We finally make the wise choice to head back down and find a campsite for the night. My spider-sense for something to go wrong was on tilt for the last half mile or so, making the choice to turn back fine by me.
My Doggo was happy with the change. We stopped part way down to help some Texan hikers change out a flat tire.
I found a break in the Juniper trees with a couple of two tracks. Turned out to be a solid campsite out of the wind.
I cooked up a mess of steak to make phlly cheesesteak sandwiches for the group as the sun went down. It was a good little run.