Well the trip up to Churn Creek was a great one for all, except me.Well the first half was great.Lots of fun sittin around the camp fire talking and drinking.Watching the Big Horns walking around the shear cliffs across the river.On Saturday we did some great exploring,checked out Black Dome and then found a great creek crossing that was hardcore for some and a cake walk for others.On the way back to camp after all loading up with fire wood the weekend hedged onto the s***ty side for me.Lost control on the gravel travel ending up with Elsie on her side.Did some pretty good damage to the right side of the truck,bent a tie rod end and the steering arm making her basiclly undriveable.Glenn(from the Island)helped get her back on her feet and I limped her back to camp at 10kph.After drinking my sorrows into hiding that night Barry drove me to Gang Ranch where I found a phone and contacted I.C.B.C. and then a Tow Truck.An hour and a half later the flat deck showed up and took my pride and joy away to Williams Lake.I stayed the rest of the week-end then Martin squeazed me and my ampel camping gear into his beautiful 1966 FJ40 and away home I went.
This club of ours is full of great and wonder full guys that with thier help,support,knowledge,and caring turned this awful experiance into a minor blip on the trail of life.I can't think of a better bunch of guys to hang with.
This club of ours is full of great and wonder full guys that with thier help,support,knowledge,and caring turned this awful experiance into a minor blip on the trail of life.I can't think of a better bunch of guys to hang with.
