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Yes, I did say "species"...

Tom brought his dog, Clive, who only stopped moving to eat and sleep.

That picture is not a mistake. He was constantly flying around at top speed, retrieving sticks and dog toys that the kids (and grown kids) threw into the creek.

 

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The main dinner course were those delicious sliders Tom made...

(Food pictures taken with paid models for graphical representation only. Not actual pictures from this particular experience.)

Alvaro, never one to serve something boring or routine, pulled out a (beef?) heart and threw it on the griddle....

Most everyone tried it, but it proved to be an acquired taste. It was very rare. And very iron-y. Maybe in a taco.

Just like Billy Mays, he said, "but wait, there's more!" as he pulled out a giant batch of blood sausage. This was much more palatable, at least until I asked what kind of meat is in blood sausage. Turns out there's zero meat, just blood that's curdled and mixed with fillers. Again, needs to be wrapped in a taco.

Alvaro's neighbor is a butcher, and he sent Alvaro with about five pounds of various sausage. He kept pulling out new styles, taking us on a literal world tour of sausage.

 

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At some point in the evening, after it was quite dark, we hear a single cylinder motorcycle thumping up the trail. Soon after, a spaceship's worth of lights emerge from the darkness and wheelies up to our camp. It is Justin's bro from Reno, who will be tagging along on his bike.

He brought an industrial strength laser with him that could reach the stars. It would prove useful for starting fires, taking out enemy aircraft, and letting the Jeeping campers in the crappy campsite nearby know that their countrydancerap music was a litttle too loud.

 

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Since we were traveling and relying on the kindness of our homies, I offered to make all-you-can-drink campuccinos as a token of my appreciation. I brought my aeropress and milk steamer with me and must have cranked out a dozen or more the next morning.

The whole Pryor clan went to work and whipped up enough food to stuff everyone. We had bacon, eggs, breakfast potatoes, juice, and probably several more things I'm forgetting.

With a full belly and the perfect mix of temperature, blue skies, and shade, this was the perfect time to kick back in a hammock and just take it all in...

 

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...but not for too long, because we are heading further down Wentworth Springs "Road" (the OG Rubicon Trail) down to where it meets up with the trail from Loon Lake and get a feel for the trail conditions.

CDrew has passed the torch to Steve1 in his role as the Wagon Run Leader, and Steve has a few more hours of on-the-job training left to complete.

Immediately out of camp, we are climbing up through this granite lunar landscape.

We work our way up even higher and the views are simply amazing.

Eventually we can see the Loon Lake Dam off in the distance...

 

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We are constantly on the lookout for signs of Sasquatch. The West is full of "believers", and more cars than not have this sticker on the back window...

I'm on hyper alert, because I came across some unidentifiable scat near our campsite...

So, you can imagine my surprise when I (being the tail gunner on the trail) catch some movement in the rear view mirror.

I can't tell what it is through the trees, but it is large, brown, and coming closer with considerable speed and agility. I lock the doors and am about to roll up the windows, when, out from behind the nearest tree, emerges...


















































...the just as elusive, MF'n @spressomon!!!

 

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¡¡FAWK!!

 

[Cruiserdrew]

Awesome, Cam. While you were back there brewing private double caps with @spressomon , Steve was stuck on a rock blocking the trail. In the best quote of the weekend, his wife said "This would be a lot easier with 37s". I kid you not.

 

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^^^wife of the year

 

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We knock back a few double shots... or not... I'm not really sure because, just as soon as he appeared, he did a 180 and disappeared from sight, leaving me wondering if maybe it was all a dream.

Then, a few minutes later, he shows up riding shotgun with Alvaro.

I think we're still in the same spot where Steve's wife is trying get enough of a phone signal to Amazon Prime a set of 37's when Dan & Alvaro return. Sensing that the rest of the trail will be more of this, they head back to camp to make affogatos, since they are both leaving today and need to make it off the trail at a reasonable hour (and in one piece).

We soon make it past the sticky spot and are rewarded with more epic views.

 

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To sum up the mood:

 

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We work our way up to the Intertie, the 3-way split to Loon, Wentworth, & Rubicon Springs.

We are Living the Dream...

 

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There's enough room and shade to park, so we pull off the trail, and Team Pryor lays out a lunch buffet on the tailgate.

 

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[jfz80]

Someone has a new best friend


Hell id clive around for some Pryor leftovers.

 

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--------> Intertie Pano <--------

 

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We head back to camp, some of us may or may have gotten turtled and required various levels of recovery along the way.

Back in Wentworth Springs, we have flashbacks to the secret beach on the shores of Lake Powell when we hear Tom yell out, "do you even lumberjack, Bro?"

We aren't sure who he's talking to, but when we turn around, we see that Tom has on his Stihl hat and a look in his eye that says he has a score to settle with one of the downed trees in camp.

Split wood is flying about, and no one dares to get within 50 feet of him.

He has now tasted sawdust, and doesn't stop until all of the big pieces have been made smaller.