Okay, so Day One (Night One?

) has been pretty well covered. It became a controlled cluster f**K.

But the beginning was
great fun - whether you were one of the crazies tackling Alpha Hill, or one of the sane ones just watching and cheering, it was an oustanding experience! Many turned around and returned back to quarters when the night started getting looooong. A few intrepid souls soldiered on and were rewarded with a very nice night drive through the mountains. Each person made their own choice and all got
something out of the evening. I'm sure the H3 will get new and better rubber and join us on another run! At least I hope so - they were good people.
Today's Last Chance Canyon Run was one for the books. An
outstanding run with great drivers tackling a series of serious obstacles and being rewarded with some spectacular desert scenery and history! We survived rocks, boulders, sand, inclines, hills, and HEAT! Serious
HEAT! Well over 100!! My favorite was when my Black Beast was parked and idling for a while in the sun - I got back in and looked at the outside temp and it was reading 135!!!!!!

That was rediculous, of course. Once we got moving, it settled into an actual read of only 107.

There was not one bit of carnage. Not one complaint - even from the wee ones in the heat and dust. We met some new friends (both excellent drivers with great rigs) and spent an incredible Father's Day with our families and old friends as well.
I don't know what it is about this group, but toward the end of the run - coming down Mesquite Canyon and seeing the pavement in the distance, I actually got depressed. Shaking hands and saying goodbye is just no fun. There's a comraderie to our runs that defys words.
Bond. James Bond.