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Originally Posted by special-K
That certainly does sound like about as perfect as it can get, in all those ways. No others out there at all sounds fantastic. You nailed my type when you said never say never. One of my favorite and fitting sayings I use. Hopefully one day I'll...
When I lived in the Flagstaff area ('81/Mountainaire) I had a typical weekender back country camper for the time. A '71 Custom Deluxe SWB K/10 I'd head out in. Rock crawling wasn't even a thing I ever knew of back then, other than a nasty trail up a cut. I was more about going out, being away, and getting back than getting into extreme wheeling. Follow trails and find a good camping spot. I loved that short period in my life. Nothing like what you guys do. It was within the area. I liked the high desert as well as the alpine country around the Franciscan Peaks and over toward Williams.
The parking lot action here (  ) was going for food in Page before heading over to Moab |
If we lived in the area I'm pretty sure we'd be out in it way more often.
But as much as I love crawling through rougher trails, it's more a means to an end. Those rougher trails are quite the gatekeeper to Subarus, Sprinter vans and other vehicles from getting into primo quiet camping locations. Though the Jeep and Toyota crowd give the best confused looks when me and Larry come lumbering up to a great spot that they thought could keep the Foolsize crowd out too. Much less a couple with campers on the back of each of our trucks.
It is an awesome feeling when those guys are fumbling with setting up ground tents and we are kicked back in our chairs enjoying a nice refreshment.