I arrived at Gulches at about 11am on Saturday. On my way in there was a newer JK going through Laurens and I was behind it. I pulled off to get gas and it continued on. When I continued, I was cruising and looked over just in time to see that JK sitting in a church parking lot. I watched in my rear view mirror to see that they were in a hurry to catch up to me. It appears they were heading to Gulches but weren't sure how to get there. They pulled in behind me and we all signed in. Since I was heading all the way back to camp site 9, Skip asked me to run them around the park on my way and I did. Ran into the MCJ crew at the bottom of 3D on the way by and spotted JR going into TNT on the way by there. Sent the JK up the hill on 28 and proceeded to get myself buried in the mud. Had to be pulled out. (oh, and I had not aired down yet, so I had to do that with all the mud you see in my wheels) Then we went and ran Baby Gulch backwards, that's a butt pucker moment but made it through just fine. Then we headed for the free food. Ate lunch and headed off. JR went down in Death Valley. I have never been down that trail so I went around to meet him on the other side. As we came back up the hill we met up with the rest of the crew and headed toward Shipwreck. Marcus, Gillis and JR all go through fine and then the carnage ... my trip through. Pictures below. It turned into a gathering spot for spectators. It seems the word spread pretty quick through the park of the scene so the crowd gathered. Dean showed up and coordinated the recovery. Two winches, two highlift jacks, a ratchet strap and a Gillis towing me back to the parking lot left me with a broken jeep.
Got Stuck ....
Broke my Sh!!! ....
Got Stuck ....
Broke my Sh!!! ....