Yes, despite the rain (even though it added that extra dimension of coolness to the trip) it was a great run.
Part 1
For us, Sat. started with RHINO and I meeting up with HJ60 and Yafreaka in the 01 TJ, and Sledge&Co. in the 77 FJ-40 at the Chevron east of I-17. Soon we headed on up towards the meeting point. About halfway there Sledge and I lost radio contact with out route leader, RHINO, and found ourselves about 5 miles off course. The detour was intresting though, taking us by Castle Hot Springs, and eventually meeting up with a group of guys in a mildly built TJ, who decided to join us in our run. We whipped it around, hauled bass-akwards until we met up with RHINO, who had made a turn without the rest of our knowledge, which resulted in the confusion. From that point on we decided on strict military-style radio communication. After passing an FJ-55 that time forgot, we met up with the Bling Crew of LandCruiserPhil (known for the rest of this post as LCP-"yeah you know me!") in his FJ-80 and Tools-R-Us in the LX 450, who were all anxiously awaiting our arrival. Thanks guys!
This was my first time on this trail, and found it to be a pretty sweet run. Mostly every hard obstacle has a bypass, thank God, because if not, someone would have burned their winch up pulling that 01 TJ through every difficult section

I myself caused some trail drama when whilst trying to negotiate a ledge, stalled my engine, and the keys flew out of the ignition switch. Now, this happens all the time, with my keys usually ending up UNDER the seat somewhere. Well after tearing the inside of my Pig apart searching for them, RHINO finds them ON the front seat. That would be my only problem for several hours.
And speaking of RHINO, that clowned prince of Cruiserdom, he was attempting to astonish and amaze all spectators with his 2wd antics. It's true though to say that he was able to scale that first real obstacle further in 2wd, than the 01 TJ did in 4wd!
But to our dismay, the Bling Crew brought no provisions on the trip. Their idea was to just jam thru the trail and get to CK as soon as possible in order to get some grub at the Mill for lunch. The rest of us had coolers full of lunch stuff, so at one of the old mines about 3/4's of the way there, we stopped and had our lunch. We couldn't have asked for a better place to do so. The cool of the shade under that old brick wall was great. After about an hour we journeyed on to the top. The second half of the trail is just a steady climb to the top without any kind of rock-crawly situations. We soon found ourselves at the Crown King general store in the midst of what seemed to be some sort of town-wide event. There was practically no parking, there was an auction going on, a one-man-band was getting ready to play at the Salloon (who by the way looked like a cross between Johnny Cash and John Stamos [Uncle Jesse from Full House]), plus plenty of "pit racers" continually burping the throttle on their quads and dirt-bikes. From here, the story gets intresting.
Part 2
As Sledge&Co., HJ60 and I headed up towards Horsetheif basin to find a camp, it began to rain. We said later to LCP an TRU and ditched RHINO because we felt that we didn't have time to wait for him to finish his constant yammering, and find a place before dark. When we made it to Horsetheif it had turned into a downpour. We turned around in search of a side road. Soon we met up with RHINO and found a side road. But shortly before that, my steering had begun to act up. We found a place, I parked, popped the hood and found ATF all over the front of my engine and on the belts, the reservoir was nearly empty. Somehow, at sometime I must have thought it wise to put a quart of ATF in the Pig. At least I'd be OK for the time being.
Now mind you, on Fri., I was virtually clueless about this hurricane, and packed nothing to help ease my situation. Thank God Sledge had an exta rain coat, or I would have been sloppy wet (no sexual inuendo implied). I cleared out the back of the Pig and set up my air matress and sleeping bag. RHINO and I filled the PS pump reservior with ATF, and shortly afterwards, he hit the road. Sledge graciously offered me some camp food, and HJ needed a place to cook his, so we set his buner and pot on the case of a 1/2" drive ratchet and socket set on my sleeping bag in the back of the Cruiser. Once he was done, and my food was heated, I ate and drank two Kirin Ichiban's, hit the light, and crashed out the best I could. It rained, all night. And though the Pig has it's number of small leaks, my experience was far better than that of the other campers. No doubt you've read about the trees. Sledge&Co. had to get up several times to push the several gallons of built up water from off of their protection tarp. After the tree ordeal, HJ and Yafreaka got up and went into the J**p until morning. I myself was only able to sleep when the rain subsided a bit, and wasn't pounding my roof.
The others at breakfast briefly touched on the strange dreams they had on and off thru the night. I too dreamed those weird dreams of exhaustion. One I remeber had to do with a scorpion crawling on something near my head, and when I reflexingly batted it away with my hand, thousands of baby scorpions on the mothers back flew off and landed on me, causing me to flail violently. One stung me on the left bicep, and the resulting sting turned into a BB of weld splatter on my arm. Hmm.. dunno man.
Part 3
So when the glow of morning came, we all packed, headed to CK, and had breakfast at the Mill. Then we decided to go ahead and take the Senator Hwy to Prescott. What a great drive. The wetness gave the forrest such a cool aura. We saw people panning and dredging for gold in pouring rain. We ourselves stopped to pan in a little stream By the time we hit Prescott, the sun was out. We gassed and aired up at the Conaco. HJ and Yafreaka headed home thru PV, Dewey and Cordes Jct. Sledge&Co. and I went over Jerome, to my home in Cottonwood, Sledge&Co. on home to Flag. Truly it will be, a run and camp-out for the record books.
As for the PS problem, the exact source of the problem is still under investigation. Most likely it's the pump/reservoir seal. And this is likely due to the fact that it's a 25 year old Scout pump.