Awoke bright and early at 6:10 am on a Saturday morning with the cries of my 2 year old daughter wanting out of her bedroom. Put her in bed with Becky as she smirks at me with some sly comment about how I only get up this early on a weekend to go wheeling.
I fire up the Taco, and A quick stop at Tim Hortons for some gogo juice and off to the weigh scales at the Port Mann where I meet up with Rod ('77 fj40), Craig & wife ('95? fzj80), Bruce (bj74), Clarence and company ('90 hdj81), Rob & Rob (fbj60).
We fly down the freeway to the next meeting spot in Harrison (Rods 40 cruising very comfortably at 120kmh) where we meet up with the rest of the club. After everyones gassed up etc and Bruce finally makes his second appearance we all convoy out (an impressive sight indeed!) and make for the Harrison East FSR where we once again stop and everyone airs down.
Dan then shows up in his 60 with his spanky new IROKS on and his truck makes us 16 total (well, 15 and 1 jeep..and an Xterra
). We then truck on up the pot holed filled road of the FSR, finally on our way to Clear Creek. Shortly after the first logging camp, our first problem of the day. Clarences 81 had a flat front tire, turns out he had punctured it. We get that changed while Dan, Rod and Craig play in a rock pile. Marcin has some nice video of that.
On we go again where stop at the second logging camp while Bruce repairs his exhaust flex connection on his bj74 and Brad changes out the second flat of the early day. The rest of the gang plays on the beach there and after the tires done its onward again.
I take trail lead shortly after that point and take Craig, Clarence, Dan and Petra down through whats left of the old road. Craig spots everyone through a large fallen tree while I ran around to the other side with my truck (not quite ready to rock bash it yet). The old road consists now only of one short rocky section followed by a rocky creek crossing, but still has some fun factor. Craig makes short work of it in his 80 and Clarence gets set to go thru but has some problems engaging his lockers. Onward he goes and has a little problem getting over one stump but his turbo chugs away and hes up and over. As he goes thru the creek crossing his rear bumper got hung up on old peice of the cedar log bridging and without the front locker to drag him up the bank on the other side he was stuck. Craig straps him up and with a little tug he's out, a broken exhaust hanger being the only damage. Dans fully locked bj60 walked thru both sections with ease, and then it was a very nervous looking Petras turn in her hj61. Dan tells Petra to engage the cable lockers assuming that all JDM's had them..but its soon apparent she doesnt have them. But with what looks like a LSD in the rear and with much hooting and hollering..a now very exhilerated Petra caked walked thru both sections as well.
We hook up with the rest of club where we find Derek & wife (toy mini truck) and his Mom (grand Cherokee) have joined us and they are all stopped as a large rock is partially blocking the road leaving just enough room to squeeze by it and the edge of the road where it drops off quite rapidly. Normally this would be quite easy, but theres a good foot of snow now making things quite slippery. Gary digs a bit of a rut out and everyone slips thru unscathed. We continue on towards the springs in heavily falling and gradually deeper and deeper snow. We soon arrive at the Hot Springs and guess who is already there? yes, the adventeruous Mike McTague (hj75) has been there since 9:30 am. Theres a couple other guys there in a fj40 and pathfinder as well who appeared to have camped out over nite.
A few people left at various times in small groups throughout the day and myself, Rod, Dan, Petra, Brad , Derek and his Mom and Rob jetted out around 3pm with thoughts of having a grand dinner at the Settler pub in Harrison.
We made good time down to the sand pits (Apparently I was driving a little fast) and after waiting around for the rest of the group made even faster time back down the FSR. Rod made a comment later where he thought he was doing 100k!
Dan decided to break the land speed record down the air strip and shortly after that heard some 'bad sounds'. It would seem he broke off some mounts for his shocks (I'll let him explain).
At around 6 we arrived in Harrison and had a great meal at the pub. We then meandered home on our seperate ways and I was even able to get home in time to watch the last half of the game as the Canucks won in a shootout!
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I fire up the Taco, and A quick stop at Tim Hortons for some gogo juice and off to the weigh scales at the Port Mann where I meet up with Rod ('77 fj40), Craig & wife ('95? fzj80), Bruce (bj74), Clarence and company ('90 hdj81), Rob & Rob (fbj60).
We fly down the freeway to the next meeting spot in Harrison (Rods 40 cruising very comfortably at 120kmh) where we meet up with the rest of the club. After everyones gassed up etc and Bruce finally makes his second appearance we all convoy out (an impressive sight indeed!) and make for the Harrison East FSR where we once again stop and everyone airs down.
Dan then shows up in his 60 with his spanky new IROKS on and his truck makes us 16 total (well, 15 and 1 jeep..and an Xterra
On we go again where stop at the second logging camp while Bruce repairs his exhaust flex connection on his bj74 and Brad changes out the second flat of the early day. The rest of the gang plays on the beach there and after the tires done its onward again.
I take trail lead shortly after that point and take Craig, Clarence, Dan and Petra down through whats left of the old road. Craig spots everyone through a large fallen tree while I ran around to the other side with my truck (not quite ready to rock bash it yet). The old road consists now only of one short rocky section followed by a rocky creek crossing, but still has some fun factor. Craig makes short work of it in his 80 and Clarence gets set to go thru but has some problems engaging his lockers. Onward he goes and has a little problem getting over one stump but his turbo chugs away and hes up and over. As he goes thru the creek crossing his rear bumper got hung up on old peice of the cedar log bridging and without the front locker to drag him up the bank on the other side he was stuck. Craig straps him up and with a little tug he's out, a broken exhaust hanger being the only damage. Dans fully locked bj60 walked thru both sections with ease, and then it was a very nervous looking Petras turn in her hj61. Dan tells Petra to engage the cable lockers assuming that all JDM's had them..but its soon apparent she doesnt have them. But with what looks like a LSD in the rear and with much hooting and hollering..a now very exhilerated Petra caked walked thru both sections as well.
We hook up with the rest of club where we find Derek & wife (toy mini truck) and his Mom (grand Cherokee) have joined us and they are all stopped as a large rock is partially blocking the road leaving just enough room to squeeze by it and the edge of the road where it drops off quite rapidly. Normally this would be quite easy, but theres a good foot of snow now making things quite slippery. Gary digs a bit of a rut out and everyone slips thru unscathed. We continue on towards the springs in heavily falling and gradually deeper and deeper snow. We soon arrive at the Hot Springs and guess who is already there? yes, the adventeruous Mike McTague (hj75) has been there since 9:30 am. Theres a couple other guys there in a fj40 and pathfinder as well who appeared to have camped out over nite.
A few people left at various times in small groups throughout the day and myself, Rod, Dan, Petra, Brad , Derek and his Mom and Rob jetted out around 3pm with thoughts of having a grand dinner at the Settler pub in Harrison.
We made good time down to the sand pits (Apparently I was driving a little fast) and after waiting around for the rest of the group made even faster time back down the FSR. Rod made a comment later where he thought he was doing 100k!
Dan decided to break the land speed record down the air strip and shortly after that heard some 'bad sounds'. It would seem he broke off some mounts for his shocks (I'll let him explain).
At around 6 we arrived in Harrison and had a great meal at the pub. We then meandered home on our seperate ways and I was even able to get home in time to watch the last half of the game as the Canucks won in a shootout!

Pics now up! http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/fj45jeff/album?.dir=/3106&.src=ph&.tok=phtFOVEB0xsv9B5c
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