Nice write up,
It reminded me a bit of my trip back in 04. We were a group of 3 Early Broncos on 35s. We were all pretty well prepared for the trail. We didn't make past the first day until one guy pulled his steering box loose from the frame ( the gate keeper was declawed shortly after this trip). As we were taking a break on the granite slabs, a 99 LR Disco, with a lift kit came by. It was beautiful, not a scratch on it. He said it was his wife's car, and she went on vacation. He was escorted by his gray haired uncle in a late 60's CJ5, that looked like the oil was last changed in 1980. We ended up passing them a little while down the road. The rear bumper was smiling at all who approached, and a couple of the rear quarter panels were now dented. We camped at Buck Island, since spider lake was closed. They didn't get there until almost dark ( that's 8 oclock ish in July). What you send about relentless is true. I've been on tougher trails, but this one stays tough for most of the 26 miles.
The Disco pulled out early the next day. We caught up to them at Rubicon springs. He was off to the right trying to dodge the rocks, and I just happened to look over as the last remaining radius arm? broke, his front diff pivoted, and snapped the u-joint and he was done. We asked if we could help ( I dunno how) but he climbed in the back of the well worn CJ and they headed out to get parts and tools, the little 4 cylinder engine chugging along....
We patched together the Broken Bronco and he went home via Tahoe. We climbed to the top of Cadillac hill turned around and headed back out. It was a great trip, but it was mentally exhausting.
Tom