Today we hit Camp 5 road. Headed in from the north end, and the wife refused to let me go over this obstacle. I got the look and a head nod, “No.”
So I recommended heading in from the south to explore the trail more. So we did that. She shot me down at this spot next.
I was pretty certain we’d make it just fine. Her gut feeling on the second spot ended up working out, because as we got back to the FS road a nasty storm was rolling in as I was airing back up.
I asked her what would have to happen to make her more confident in hitting more challenging trails…and she said one of two things: either she’s not there with us doing it, or we stop wheeling alone.
Obviously it’s a terrible idea wheeling alone with two kids and the wife in a place that we are not familiar with. So I guess alone with adding skid plates, and carrying more spare parts with us, I’ll be looking to hook up with people on these trips for one or two days.
Weasel said he’d be willing to meet up next year. So now I just need someone lined up for Utah.
However, Moab will have a lot more people wheeling. We spent a lot of time on Camp 5 and saw 2 people who were headed the other way…that was it all day. One thing I noticed is we almost never see people on these trails out here. If we do it’s a blip and then never see anyone again.
Anyways, one more day and back home we go.