_The next morning we attempted to repair the torn brake hose with silicone tape and zip ties with very little success. So little that we ended up putting the vice grips back on, almost as soon as we started back on the trail the '95 broke the idle up valve on the PS pump. I dissassembled the valve and reassembled it with the poppit inside the body with a little JB weld for a gasket, the valve side i packed with aluminum foil to take up the difference between the valve and spring. I took over trail leading duties as the '95 needed to go the rest of the day without power steering while the JB Weld could fully cure.
_With the truck behind me requiring 2 drivers (one to drive and one to help steer the 37" tires) we started down Big Sluice, the two big Gen 2's seemingly barreled down effortlessly even with the #2 truck crippled. Right as i was getting into a really interesting conversation about heavy metal with PA_JERO (we had just met the brother of the guitarist from Testament leaving Buck Island) we heard a whistle. We had our radio turned way down because of some interference we were having but we heard the whistle from the truck behind us who heard the SNAP of an axle behind them.
_I parked the truck and hiked back up to the scene, we came upon a very familiar site. Fullmonty's Gen 3 had just broken it's front driver axle in almost the exact same place as he did in 2015, the only difference was that this time he was to the right of the tree. Our Gen 1 Montero moved up to #3 in the line and tugged the wedged in place Gen 3 out of between a rock and a big tree. I inspected the CV halfshaft and it felt intact and the boots were holding it in place so we opted to wait until camp to do the repair, back in the trucks now with two of them crippled we started down the Sluice again.
_We drove to the bottom and were greeted by some Jeep staff at a gnarly boulder heap, I crawled down the obstacle which was littered in U-joints, steering parts and a chunk of a Dana 300 transfer case. I parked below the spot and watched the '95 muscle its way through with two guys cranking on the steering wheel, once he was through the Jeep team started filling the area with rocks to make it more passable. I was thinking we might need to do this for our friend in the Gen 3 but i didn't say anything because these guys were good workers and obviously getting paid to be there. They explained that they were making it easier for the prototype Jeep pickups to get through and that the pickups had seen some damage already. About the time they finished our Gen 1, Gen 3 and Suzi the Sidekick came down and the driver of Suzi had fallen on his shoulder really bad spotting the Gen 3 down to us. He couldn't move his arm much at all and even though the spot was stacked up with rocks the crippled truck and crippled driver had to really work to get through doing multi point turns. We tried to pick up the pace up a bit to stay ahead of the prototype as things leveled out a bit.
Down around the corner we could see the clearing signaling our proximity to the Rubicon Springs Camp, right about that time we rolled up to a Grand Cherokee tucked into the hillside. It had seen a really rough time, it's rock sliders were broken off, it had body damage on every panel, a flat tire and it's axle was ratchet strapped to it's unibody. The driver was nowhere around so we can assume he was in Tahoe chartering a helicopter to get his rig off the trail, we passed it and worked our way to the bridge and camp.
_We came into Rubicon Springs and were greeted by the host, informed of a very active bear family stealing food and directed to the open areas. We found a spot near the waterfalls and laid claim, made camp and went for a swim to wash away the dirt and grime of the day.