The other day my girlfriend and I went on a date in the flat lands and I was dying of heat the whole time, even with the foot vents and windows all open I couldn't get enough air flow. What sucks is where I live there is typically a 20F temperature difference between the city down the mountain and where I live, so everyone below has their doors and roofs off but it's still snowing at home. Well I couldn't stand it anymore and took everything off, maybe prematurely.
I was planning on going wheeling with some friends later in the day, and taking the doors and top off turned out to be a great idea. I had packed extra clothing, but during the trail I ended up in a t-shirt and shorts since it was so hot.
Picture my buddy took of my german shepherd, aka snivilous. I think she figured out she was harnessed in since she would kinda hang out the side to get her head in the breeze, despite nothing but her harness holding her back. Not sure if that makes her smart or dumb.
Went a few miles down the road. A few days earlier I had been to these trails but didn't feel like going through them alone. The first trail, mammoth gulch, ended up having a lot of snow really fast and it sloped across the road so we would've risked sliding. We turned around and moved a little further down the road to Rollins Pass.
I knew Rollins Pass would eventually have a lot of snow since it starts on the south face of the mountain and curves around, which sure enough happened. Though we were able to make it decently far. We also ran into a big 80 series on 35s or 37s, and coincidentally he had a black german shepherd riding along too!
This first snow patch we hit, the 3rd gen got stuck aways up and with a little shoveling he was rolling again. I didn't feel like shoveling, and knew if we wanted to go really far we would have to air down eventually, so I just did it from the get go along with the 4th gen.
My definition of airing down is a little different than his... He dropped to like 20psi, I dropped to 2psi.
This was the first time I had a reason to drop to low pressure since swapping the beadlocks from my 4runner, and I must admit I was surprised at the lack of tire bulge at what I think is decently low pressure. I've dropped quite a bit lower in the 4runner before, and I have a feeling that'll happen a lot more often for the 40 since it apparently weighs a lot less.
Snivilous decided to just follow for most of the rest of the trail.
In total there were 3 patches of snow we went through, and then we hit this cut in the hillside where it got deep and ended our journey. For the record it looked like the 80 series had made it the furtherest before us, and I smashed his record

But seriously it kinda sucked since the one side of the road appeared to have all these trees laying in it, and I couldn't get traction with my bald tires and at the pressure I was running to stop from sliding to that side. If the trees and branches (it looked like someone had gotten really stuck a week prior and had maybe shoved all the trees and branches to try and get traction?) hadn't been there I think we could've made it a lot further.
So we turned around, and then actually came near my house and ran a little trail on our way down the hill to get food and drinks later. For some reason my camera didn't import all my photos, and I didn't realize it until I had cleared the memory card, so these are the final two:
And new favorite FJ picture: