Well, Chuck, my daughter Claire, and I were the lone warriors on the April club run. Though I'm not sure how many rigs you need to have to call it a club run, I think two might have fallen a little short.
Chuck and I met up at the Autozone after no one showed at the normal meeting spot, I was there buying a set of chains to fit my otherwise bald 31 inch tires. We talked about whether or not there might be too much snow out toward metberry, but decided it was worth a shot to see how far we could get.
When we got to the beginning of FSR 360, we stopped so chuck could air down and I could strap on my chains. We had an ATV with a snowplow come up on us, and since we were blocking the road, they tried to go around us in the deeper shoulder of the trail. The end result was the ATV being high centered, and chuck getting to use his strap for the first time of the day.
The snow on FSR 360 was rather deep, but with chuck breaking the trail, my '88 pickup somehow was able to keep up--most of the time pushing a wall of snow up in front of it. We were the first 4x4's to make tracks, and I have to say the scenery was spectacular. I was pretty amazed it was still snowing, filling in our tracks as we left them behind.
The snow got quite a bit deeper in the valley just before the trailhead, usually resulting in my rig sliding into the washed out portion of the trail. I would stuff what's left of my toyota into the snow, plow it over the corner of the hood, and the little truck would just keep going. Claire thought this was particularly funny, and was egging me on to keep finding deeper snow.
We finally reached the trailhead and not suprisingly, the snow was a couple inches less than what we had been dealing with. The trail looks totally different covered in this amount of snow, and we ended up losing track for a minute. After figuring out which direction we needed to go, Chuck had a bit of trouble getting lined up and ended up in the bottom of a wash, giving him the perfect opportunity to try out his new milemarker winch. We had to move a downed tree to save pretty penny's paint job, and after that, Chuck was nice enough to make a second attempt at a better line so I could follow the ruts and would not end up stuck at the bottom behind him.
We made it all the way to the overhead power lines, just before the steeper part of the trail. It was very cool to see the snow and mist blowing over the rock outcroppings below. We stopped and ate lunch, and decided that the rest of the trail would probably be pretty tough to climb back out of. I think we would have done well, but it would have been at the expense of the landscape.
The way out was much of the same. I finally ended my streak and wound up stuck against a downed tree. Chuck pulled around me and poked fun about my parking job. The strap came out, but the little truck proved to be stuck pretty good, and the big FJ was spinning tires trying to move it. This required some work with a snow shovel, and once there was hard ground to grab, I was pulled back up on the road. I think I might have scratched my truck, but couldn't tell with all the rust.
We made our way out on FSR 360, the snow had almost filled our tracks in completely in places--and had gotten a couple inches deeper. Some unlucky fellow in a jeep wrangler had gotten himself buried in the middle of the road, and left it there abandoned. That might have been better as he didn't have to see us laughing as we drove around it.
All told it was a great day, I think we all had a good time. There was no damage, and we both only got stuck once!!
I just know I won't be able to get moving again if the group stops. Might just turn around at the power lines or something. 
Hmmmm, I wonder how much sawzall work is required to get 35's on an '88 toyota with no lift??? Oh well, off to the garage to do more work on the new motor!!!
If I could find a damn paperclip ...