It was an awesome trip...
We rolled out of town near 11ock pm after finishing up a few little things and packing up the rig. Filled the tanks up after the jaunt across I-10 and pointed the rig north on I-75. Next 10 hours were fueled by pumpkin cappuccinos, we reached the NC border by sunrise and missed the same road I missed the last year (NC-60). Ah well, ran down past blue ridge and headed into Murphy NC from there. Stopped to fill up again and called Pete (jeeper)to make sure he was still awake behind the wheel, sure enough he was prob running on some kind of Sammy/Coffee concoction by then

. Took a slow drive up trail 1 just enjoying being in the mountains and views of blue mountain tops. Arrived at camp around 10 am and set up came, made a fire ate some food and took a nap.
Pete arrived in one piece at around 4pm by then I was back up and staggering around camp. In the valley at camp the sun was almost set at the that time and temps dropped. Pete and I looked for dry wood for a fire as the temps were dropping and the Florida folks were freezing. We all hit the sack early on as we were beat from driving thru the night. The next morning we woke to a nice layer of ice on everything at camp. We hung close to the fire as we made some breakfast and proceeded to get a late start on the trail. We Ran 4,5 & 6 with out much trouble. Only time that required spotting was a rocky section on 4 that was lacking in traction. 4,5 & 6 seemed much much easier than the years before. Neither rigs had any trouble as we made the big loop over rocks and trees, actually the most spotting was needed when we driving over logs to break up for the fire that night. By the time we got off of 6 the sun was starting to dip and we headed back to camp where Sir Pete started to prepare one of the best meals I have ever ate on the trails. I rally raced down 1 in 5th gear ( 2.28 case in gear

) for some supplies and back and still took me two hours, boy am I glad we did not stay at crawlfords(way outside of Tellico). We all ate a kick ass meal by chef Pete and where beyond stuffed.
The next morning was a bit warmer maybe mid 20s in the a.m.

. Goode (fj60) arrived on time and we loaded up the rigs for the day and hit the trails. The 3 rigs motored up 5 and took the sharp turn up to Guardrail. All rigs where mildly built, but all of us were locked Goode and I both sported 33 BFG KMs and Pete was on 35 Toyo A/Ts. We arrived at gnarled section of guardrail where we noticed a poorly built mini truck having all kinds of trouble powered by littering rednecks. A large boulder had slide into the center of the trail blocking half of it off. The mini truck was stuck on it for what seemed close to an hour, finally the air cleared of bubba talk and Pete was first into the gun.
Pete had been begging since we got here to get into some nastier stuff and here we where, Pete pulls up to the rock where almost no traction can be had since Tellico that past couple have days has been wet. A little throttle has him sideways on the trail where he decided he doesnt like the current configuration of his HD44 and takes out a drives side u-joint and stub shaft. We get Pete pointed back up hill and pull cable. While this was all going on a group of Jeepers had shown up and after watching Pete break his HD44 decided to turn around (after some winching confused ). After a few more pulls Pete was top side and working on his broken axle. Goode was up next, we tried to take the high side around the boulder but since its fairly off camber and ultra slick he was into the rock in no time. After smoking all 4 tires and crunching up the door a little we decide to try a new line. Goode backed up and we stacked a few rocks to get the massive 60 onto that massive boulder... with a few attempts Goode was on top of the boulder which had him with a good 2-3ft of air under the drivers side tire. He almost had it the rear end started to slide over and endanger his drive shaft. Now we thought it was a good time to pull cable. Pete was kind enough to repel down Guardrail via winch cable. With a little line pulling Goode was past the rock but the guardrail on guardrail was now trying to rip his side wall on his 33BFGs a little more winching had him back on track. A few more ledges and rocks and Goode was up with Pete. I was up next and decided to go as high as possible and avoid dragging the side of my truck across the boulder, twice I was denied and slide side ways into it. I backed up again and went high for one last try with the motor chugging right along with all the cases in gear. I made it past with out much trouble and motored up to the top.
Next up was a run up Helicopter Pad which wasnt all too bad I enjoyed the rocky trail in between the Pad and GR. Pete had to do a little more winching because he was stuck in 3 motion after GR. After that we had a noise dive down 11 which had some fun off camber rocky switch backs (is that Pinch Rock?) Then we were on to a mellow run down 3 and some more firewood gathering. We were then off to camp where we on snacked on some grub and Pete whipped up some killer stew.
The next morning we woke to rain as Pete zipped into town for some spare parts as Hales and I packed up camp. While Pete was gone we took run up to Lower 2 and walked around. By the time we got back Pete almost had his truck back together and was ready to hit the trails. But for Hales and I our time was due as it was almost 2 and we had a full Sunday of school work ahead of us and a long drive home. We took 1 on out found a station to air up and gas up and hit the road in the pouring rain, it rained for almost the whole 11 hour drive home. Parts of I-75 were flooded and gave us a few scares while we hydroplaned our load 83 Hilux down the road.
We motored into St. Augustine around 2a.m. , took a shower and hit the hay.
Killer F'n trip...Ill have to get some pictures of all the new parts over the next few days.
-Al