I didn’t take any pictures so here are a few thousand words. I'll write up Saturday's trails if I have another sleepless night soon...or if I just feel evil and want to make your thumb sore scrolling through another lengthy post.
TLDR: I took some folks on some trails. No real problems. Fun was had.
Fall Crawl 2021 - Day One
While I kept a good distance between the temptation of the hard stuff and myself, since I was in an unarmored truck this time, I still managed to have a blast and got to see a bunch of the trails that I’d never ridden before. I wheeled my stock, white 1996 LX450 with fresh springs and 305/70/16 Toyo AT2's.
I planned my Friday for scouting some easy green trails, alone, to lead a group on on Saturday but 10 trucks had lined up behind me before I had a chance to depart in the morning. That meant I’d stick to what I knew Friday then just wing it with Saturday’s group after getting trail reports from the other folks. So, we had our long winded driver meeting where I checked radios, made introductions, explained some rules, and repeatedly explained that I’ll treat everybody like noobs not out of rudeness but out of caution, at least until we’ve spent some time on the trail. I’ve always felt this is a good attitude for me to have while leading, especially when there are some shiny, expensive trucks behind me; I think it helps pacify the guys who might be lying (about experience, or equipment, or whatever) and shows that I’m considering all as equals from the start with no expectations, or lack of, of anybody. There’s no shame in asking for a spot or some advice when it’s made clear that I want us all to be safe and cover ground instead of wasting time making a recovery or a repair - especially on what should be a simple ride on the easy trails.
We spent the first half of the day going pretty slowly because of this methodology but the second half went much faster once we all got comfortable and drivers learned to pay attention to the lines of the trucks in front and back of them. Even the absolute beginners were feeling really confident by then. We had started by entering the trails on Canyon near the ATV parking lot close to the main office. It threw a small rubble field at us early on that most of us walked right through without any thought but it provided a good lesson for some in the group who had likely never had to pick a line or driven off road. We continued along Canyon with me getting nervous because we'd had a couple hours of rain the night before and were heading to one of my favorite hillclimbs. Now, that part of the country has what us Southerners would call topsoil for dirt, so there was no fear of something like Uwharrie's "red clay fiasco" after a rain but this climb up Canyon starts with a narrow twisty section of hard pack weaving through trees before becoming loose stones on loose dirt before becoming solid rock slabs before ending in even looser dirt and larger rocks, getting steeper the entire time over it's approximately 3/4-mile [placeholder to insert elevation change]. We have nothing like it at Uwharrie, so I was a little nervous to see the condition as we approached. My fears were set aside when we saw that it was dry. I scouted the three options for the proper route entrance then radioed down for the group to proceed with caution...it wasn't a good place to have somebody stop for any reason. Antonio from VA was driving a 2-door Prado diesel and was having some fuel delivery issues that forced him to get out of the truck, open the hood, and manually prime his fuel pump, and he fought like hell to get to the top. I was walking down to the staged group behind me as he was cresting the top in a wall of smoke that was the result of him pushing that engine so hard! Ah, good times and diesel fumes. The rest of the group was able to cautiously walk up the hill and finally relax their fingers.
As we turned left onto Pinnacle, we ran into the ONSC hardcore contingent playing in an area called Bunny. Not a trail so much as a 1/2-acre pile of car-sized boulders. I had mentioned this spot to
@GLTHFJ60 the night before. As I approached his truck on the side of the trail I was surprised to see him smiling at me while standing next to the severely damaged remains of what was recently a perfectly fresh and shiny FJ60 driver side body. I prepared to run as I asked him how it was..."Dude! That was EPIC! Thanks for telling us about this place!" Phew. Crisis averted.
@Fort Knox ,
@AJR,
@SFROMAN ,
@mwalls54,
@jamesurq, and maybe some others continued to play there while my crew took the Pinnacle trail to the highest spot in the park. We would also see them there on our way back down from the dead end at the top.
The rest of our trip to the “mini-Top of The World” was an uphill climb about 1 mile long over rocks of various sizes. It was also probably the straightest trail in that quadrant of the park. It was a rather uneventful climb, and we parked at the top for the 1/2-mile walk through the tree canopy to the boulders that make up the overlook. I say uneventful, but I did take pause as I drove over the spot where
@1428Mike had last year crawled under a 40 to help replace 4 missing driveshaft bolts with
@FJCowboy ; that was the last time I got to wheel with him before his passing last month. Our reward for the climb was probably the clearest skies I’ve ever seen at the Cove so the pictures, from those who didn’t leave their phone or camera in their truck, are probably pretty good.
Our trip back down Pinnacle towards Bunny was almost effortless. A different group had radioed me to ask our location because they wanted to make the singletrack climb up the hill and we found them waiting on us at Bunny watching the ONSC hardcore guys still going at it. We arrived just as @sfroman’s bobbed mini was starting his fateful final run of the day. You’ve likely seen the pics by now (posted somewhere above in this thread)
From that point, my group continued our loop and turned down Berkley Springs to the first mud holes of the day. There were a few hidden rocks in there but the mud was mostly shallow water and presented no challenges to any of us. Turning left out of there, we drove service roads to the (thankfully closed) rifle range and eventually picked up Easy Way Down (now aka Not an Easy Way UP) after I scouted what the map said was the trailhead - my broken mirror, side marker, and taillight say otherwise - I thankfully was stopped by a large fallen tree and backed out to find a different route to the trail by cutting through the right side gravel field at the range. NEWU climbed uphill with a few super tight bypasses for anybody who wasn’t lifted more than a few inches; a single ledge halfway up was the chief offender to ‘easy’ status from this point on but the bypasses were still a great challenge for the wide 100’s and the 200 in our group.
A left turn at the top took us away from the blue trails that I’d normally run at the Cove and had us on the easy Mountain Road. Not a twist or turn in sight but some great views of the blues, blacks and reds on the left below us. The only hard part of this trail was finding a place to pull off in the event of oncoming traffic.
We then dropped down onto Moose to start the trip back to camp. Loose rocks and dirt on a pretty steep descent with more than a few tight twists between trees kept us on our toes until we hit the bottom and used Mine Spring Trail to come out below the rifle range to get back to camp. Again, the range was closed, and any trail approach is supposed to be gated if it’s open, but one should always be cautious, and the sudden appearance of the 300-yd targets will definitely get your attention.
That ended the first day.