So, pretty simple. Fly to Las Vegas. Pick up my vehicle for the week. (1991 FJ80). Drive to Red Rocks state park. Spend the week zigging and zagging over dirt tracks to Phoenix, AZ while training some military folks. This is more of a report than a story. I was going all out from the moment I stepped off the plane so there isn’t really any fluff or commentary besides the facts I could remember. After the trip the instructors grabbed some dinner and a beer. I remember thinking
Good morning, it was pretty cool considering we knew it would be in the triple digits later. I knew we wanted to make tracks to higher ground ASAP. After making some breakfast we let Kevin know we were going to start putting up the hill and check out a side road to a cabin we knew was there. With our Ham radio linking us to Kevin we headed out. The side road to the cabin is relatively short. This spot has natural rock tanks that hold water coupled with a cement wall it can ho
Alright, alright, alright. Where were we? Oh yah, the Bar 10. So, down the road we went. With each mile it was getting hotter and hotter. Hmmm, this was getting a little too similar to Phoenix temps, but no matter. I had been dreaming about jumping into the Colorado River!
Finally, we crested the last hill and saw that NO ONE was at the spot. Perfection. Well, perfection less the 110 degrees. Can’t have it all. So, after a quick half hour eating lunch and chugging some water