I'll give you an advance scouting report.
We rolled into town today about noon.
In passing through the square with Scott in one of the ExWest fleet we drove by Lois's 4x4 nosed into a parking space. "That's Lois, she just got to town too," Scott commented.
When we arrived at Overland Journal World Headquarters at One Overland Plaza it looked like the early stages of Overlanding Woodstock. If you haven't already booked a parking spot there, plan on hiking in from down the street. There were so many overland vehicles arriving I felt like I was part of a religious pilgrimage.
The lot was full with a mix of XV-LT and XV-JP Earthroamers, diesel 110 Defenders, various and sundry overland expedition proven 4x4s, ARB demo Jeeps and dual sport bikes. There was enough combined elevation in HiLift jacks to alter the orbit of the moon. If all the winch line would have been spliced we could have pulled the continents back together again.
Admiring the trucks was constantly interrupted with introductions to the Rock Stars of the overland world coming and going like so many bees flitting between the OvEx site and the OJ pilgrimage shrine. I felt like young Annie Leibovitz on tour with the Rolling Stones, mixing with the glitterati.
I felt compelled to make some offerings, light a few votive candles or circle something significant clockwise a few times, but couldn't figure out which vehicle to do the circling around and figured the candles dripping hot wax on the freshly buffed hoods wouldn't go over all that well.
We had to settle for dinner with the high priest and priestess.
And this was just arrival day.
I'm pretty sure it's only going to get better from here on out.