We took our annual four wheeling trip to the mountains over New Year's weekend.
We camped this year in our Scotty. It was cold and it snowed and sleeted a little. We ate good and enjoyed each other's company for sure. Heck of a way to bring in the new year... again!
We went to Brimstone in Huntsville, Tennessee. Hell of a time! Great riding!
Another awesome weekend of four wheeling! This past weekend, me, Shaun, Scotty and Wolverine went on a little adventure. The Scotty being our 1987 camper and the Wolverine being our "off roader". We met up with a couple of handfuls of friends, some staying the day and some staying the day and night, and had a ball!
Friday's ride was great. We got to Kentucky, which Blue Holler is right past Bowling Green... kinda sorta... we took about thirty minutes to set up camp while everyone got their rides unloaded. At forty minutes or so we hit the trails. We had a lot of good riding on about twelve hundred acres. The sites are beautiful and of natural wonder and awesomeness. My new favorite hang out "Sand Cave" just amazes me. We spent a bit of time each time we stopped there just hanging out and talking and watching people try to climb the steep part. There is a slight waterfall that Shaun made sure to go under every time we went there to rinse off our windshield. I sat and imagined the heck of a waterfall that created this valley and cave how every many hundreds of years ago and of the American Indians who probably camped there. Too cool. We made it through the day without anybody getting hurt and without too many repairs.
Our second day was a bit different. As compared to my sleeveless shirt and light hoodie on Friday I was in full rain suit on Saturday. It rained on us the whole day, start to finish. I think it rained all day at home too. It was a steady, light rain that wasn't unbearable but it sure made for some fun riding. I have no pictures from Saturday because of the mud and cameras don't mix thing. It is amazing how different the trails are from one day to the next. Fun regardless of which but I'll take mud over dust if it's up to me. We came home to our campers and Shaun and I had steaks and potatoes. Food tastes so much better after a day of four wheeling.
It was pretty muddy and some people got stuck but it's all part of the fun and I wouldn't want to four wheel with anybody else but this group of fellas. They take care of each other like butter and have fun while they're at it. Not just these guys... there's a whole bunch of them and some of them couldn't go so don't get your feelings hurt. (like they read this!!ha!!) Makes me proud to be one of them.
The dirt up there is literally like sand. I kept wiping my hands when they would get wet because the sand felt like Go-Jo. Free exfoliation!
Our old Arctic Kitty.
Trust me... it got a lot soupier muddy than this outside our camper door.
Our weekend neighbors.
Our muddy jeans from the night ride. I told her "my jeans look like I slid down a hill" and she said "mine do too!"
Oh and I made a video of my hair swooshing en route.
Sometimes I think to myself... my, my... what was I thinking? On our four wheeling trip last weekend I chose to wear my red Converse tennis shoes to break them in. Mind you I don't wear socks with my shoes most of the time if I can avoid it. I can't believe my heels aren't covered in blisters. I feel this is the fastest way to break shoes in... barefoot. While we were riding the trails on the mountains I thought it would be cool to take pictures of where my shoes rode thinking (and hoping) I would come home with them filthy. Sadly they didn't seem terribly dirty when the weekend was over. Guess I'm going to have to dunk them in the creek. Why I prefer the dirty, worn in look I don't know.
The pictures, in one sense, are repetitive seeing the same red shoes. But to me I know where they were in each picture. Each step of the way. Sometimes travelling down a hill, almost turning over on a large rock or splashing through mud. And on a side note This is always where my feet rest in our side by side while it's moving. I don't hang out of the vehicle by any means. This is the closest area for my feet to go and maintain personal stability in our "half beat the snot out of you" ride. I know to jerk them in if the ride gets too rough.
I feel this picture would have turned out clear if we hadn't been moving and bouncing around.
I reckon I could have just dipped my foot into this and that would have taken care of the clean part!
I love this one. It was taken through what I call Kudzu Valley which is a part of the trails pretty high up that is covered in Kudzu. If it could somehow connect over the trail it would be a pretty cool tunnel.
Well now that's a bit dirtier than the first picture.
Wow... and seriously... what a weekend. I am right next door to exhausted this morning. Four wheeling and hanging out with boys will getcha sometimes. I had an awesome birthday and got to spend it with some great friends doing what we like.
This is where trail 18 was decided to be the next destination. Rated Extremely Difficult... we tried our luck.
This is right before we almost turned her on her side.
Those gullies can suck you in.
The pictures never do it justice.
It's nice to have good pals along to help.
Believe it or not but this is the fun part of four wheeling to me... outside of mud. Challenges. Who needs a nice smooth trail that kicks up too much dust?
What you can't see in the pictures is that 9 times out of 10 there is a straight down the mountain slope on one side of the trail up here... always. Respect the mountain.
Colt Wayne's first trip to Windrock and first trip to the windmills.
