02-Nov-2010
Scouting Mission
40 hours & 337 miles on the engine.
Today I take off to cross the desert on my way to the Colorado river. It's where I need to go to get a tag for this Mech Monster. It will be on dirt roads, and less, as much as possible.
On the way back I'll scout a way for us to take this winter when we leave the high desert for lower elevations.
First a run into town to top off the fuel tank, I expect to cover about 200 miles before I can fuel again. I spend the first part of the day weaving my way through the grid of dirt roads to the edge of development. There I catch a service road, following some buried gas lines, which leads me up a winding, and very soft, sand wash . . . no time to stop now . . . just keep it moving!
I almost top-out the pass when I intersect pavement and jump on it for a mile or so.
On the other side of the pass the service road straight-lines past the end of the mountains on a downhill grade cut by wash erosions coming from the side, some of these "cuts" were steep, deep, and sandy.. The road dropped into the valley and up the other side.
Once on the other side of the valley I find a rail-line that should be paralleling the gravel road that runs the length of the valley. After a few false starts I find the road and soon discover that it's been "washboarded" massively by high speed travel. I end up choosing the service road for the rail-line and only have to deal with going in & out of dry washes.
That evening I find a nice little pull-off just after crossing through a short pass with the rail-line.
03-NOV-2010
Last night's camp
Watched the sun rise on the far horizon off the passenger side.
Slept in the bed of the truck. I had built a wooden pallet that fit side to side in the bed and was about 3' wide. Something to keep me off the steel floor. A pad on top of that and a bag was enough for this trip.
03-NOV-2010
Rail-line
During the night a line of railcars rolled by a couple times, just some local freight . . . slowly . . . calmly rolling to it's destination.
03-NOV-2010
Salt Beds
South of me was the dry lake-bed, salty enough that they have evaporators along this part of the "shore".
03-NOV-2010
The "Road"
This track paralleled the rail-line, it looked good enough!
The less driven the track the smoother it is . . . there does tend to be wash-outs and such, but they're just "FUN" for the "Draggin' ".
Had a nice morning following this for an almost an hour before it faded out, then cut back to the service road running along the rail-line.
03-NOV-2010
The Canal Road
The Rail-line eventually crossed pavement. I cut off, wanting to stay on this side, and picked up the service road for the aqueduct. It's a given that this will run back to the Colorado . . . same place I'm going.
I spent a bit of time w/ some "old school" paper maps and verify that this will put me north of the town, at the feet of the Whipple mountains. All I had to do was find a track south out of there that was not a wash. These are common quad & jeep routes . . . I think I might be too heavy to follow some of those paths.
03-NOV-2010
Disappearing into the Desert
From here you can see the mass of water drop below ground.
Somewhere out in the far distance it surfaces again . . . before entering a tunnel through the mountains.
03-NOV-2010
Afternoon park up
Sometime, hours after mid-day, I decided to park for a bit. I already knew that I was not hitting the tagging office today. No reason to do that whole "pull a number", wait for hours, . . . then they close. My plan of attack was to be there first thing in the morning, weave through any complications that might arise from trying to tag this mech monster, jump the pavement south down the river's direction, and find a dirt track again before the day was even old.
So that gave me room to track up into the mountains that I was edging. I found a small track that followed the ridge along a pretty major wash. Ran that till it ended at some mine site. This would be a good place to eat something, and scout around some. I parked on the edge of the wash, that you can see behind me, and set out to scout the area.
03-NOV-2010
Waiting for the Bus
Near where I parked was this bus. Maybe it had been used as a place to stay while mining the hole in the distance, . . . hard to say at this point. It had suffered the fate that many things unable to move suffer in the desert . . . it had been turned into perforated metal by various caliber of projectiles.
03-NOV-2010
View from the mine
Looking out of the mine entrance, past the river, to the distant mountains.
03-NOV-2010
My camp outside of Parker
As the day got later I headed back to the main track I had been following. I ran this for several miles before it dropped me into a wash canyon. I carefully pushed on and found that it exited off to the side after a short distance. Back on the hard stuff I intersected the power-line road before to long. At this point I checked my paper copies and was ready to find a track south and out to the pavement. If I followed the power-line road I would end up too far north.
I picked what looked like a good track and urged the "little Draggin' " forward. This would probably be the one of the more challenging parts of today's travels.
The track I'm on was made by jeeps & quads, things with less than a 6' wheel base . . . and much lighter.
It followed the ridges mostly, every so often dropping down into a wash and up the other side. Most of these descents into the washes were from 90deg turns off a ridge, down into the wash and up again. My wheel base did not really fit the track lines. I would have my outside front wheel (often the passenger side) up on the berm, the inside front down in one of the ruts, and be turning down hill, steep down hill. It made for some pretty interesting moves.
It does seem that whomever has been using this track either has loads of trouble climbing up to these ridges from the wash, or . . . rooting up the whole climb is just part of the culture. Not once climbing into, or out of the washes, did I even slip a wheel.
This went smooth for awhile . . . then one of those "drops into the wash" did not come out the other side!
I run the wash downhill at a good speed, I've only been in soft sand w/ the Draggin' once before . . . and I'm nervous. If I get it sunk it will take some real work to get it out! I know that I've got crappy tires for this . . . and they're NOT EVEN AIRED DOWN!
After some time, which seemed WAY longer than it was, I see a track up out of the wash, . . . I take it! As soon as it climbs out of the wash it turns and heads back the way I came . . . Damn!
Now I, w/ no room to turn around, will have to back into the wash and come to a dead stop before starting forward again.
It works and I follow quad tracks all the way to pavement. Climbing over the berm, left by the mechs that clear the road after the it rains enough to make this wash run over the pavement, I feel something solid under the wheels, yeah!
A short run on the pavement finds me a place to pull off for the night overlooking the river town.
04-NOV-2010
Bradshaw Trail
Once I had it reg'd, and the copper plate w/ me in the cab, I fueled it full on the `Zona side of the river. Crossing over I headed south. About 50 miles of pavement before I could start searching for the "hard to find" end of the Bradshaw Trail.
This was rumored to be somewhere among the Ag fields on the west side of the river.
After wondering a bit on the grid of pavement that borders such fields I spotted a likely track. Sure enough, once I made it to the far side of the fields I found the "Trail" heading west over a small hill.
Topping the hill gave me this view. I'm thinking that this will be far easier than I thought.
04-NOV-2010
Badlands
The land eventually turned into a display of barren hills webbed w/ deep erosions.
04-NOV-2010
Life in the wash
All the life was keeping a low profile.
04-NOV-2010
along the "I"
Far out along the pavement clung those that feed off the travelers and transport haulers.
04-NOV-2010
Host?
Somewhere out here is a "Host", and we're suppose to pay to stay, . . . right!
04-NOV-2010
Old, slow ones meet
Rolling through that "pay the host" area, I head for some mountains in the distance.
I'll find some place near them to park up.
Coming across this walker I stop and we talk for a bit.
04-NOV-2010
the Desert Tortoise
He decides that I'm too boring and heads off.
I roll on looking for a good place to stop.
04-NOV-2010
Road to the Pass
I find a track heading up to a pass through the mountains. It looks like the saddle is shallow, I may be able to shelter up there. It will let me see what's around, that's for sure.
04-NOV-2010
One of many washes
With the Draggin', still relatively untried, every challenge is a new learning experience.
04-NOV-2010
My camp near the pass
Near the top of the pass I find some "desert pavement". It will let me get far enough from the track that I'll know if someone heads my way, instead of just following the road.
04-NOV-2010
Desert Pavement
Across the pavement to the south, is the "forbidden mountains". Another range that's been claimed by the military for their destruction games.
05-NOV-2010
Heading back down
In the far distance is the track I came up from.
05-NOV-2010
Flexing
I just had to get out and see how he was handling the terrain.
05-NOV-2010
the Ark?
Must be! It's stranded in the desert.
05-NOV-2010
Track-side Repairs
Running along at a good "graded dirt road" speed, I look at the monitoring gauges and discover I have almost no air pressure!
Damn, I kinda need that for the air assisted braking.
I let the Draggin' slow and start looking for a space to get off the track. Finding a good size space I pull in, shut him down, and start checking the air system.
05-NOV-2010
Airline
It seems the line to the "GET OUT OF MY WAY" devise had a crease that was able to flex enough, on these rough tracks, that it started cracking through.
I disconnected it, broke it the rest of the way off,and them with some folding and crushing got it to stop leaking.
05-NOV-2010
Missed!
They must have though I couldn't move fast enough to dodge that.
It is interesting what you find on the edge of the Forbidden Mountains.
05-NOV-2010
Headed for the Red Clay
Along this side of those red bluffs will be a wash that I need to venture into. It will take me between the two ranges and let me get to the north side.
This will be my second deep sand wash on this trip, hope all goes well and I don't become stranded like that Ark.
05-NOV-2010
Water cuts
I make the sand wash and climb onto a clay track with loads of cross cut erosions. It makes for slow, but interesting, travel.
05-NOV-2010
Clay Track
At some point this track will get me around those mountains in the distance. I'm sure this could be a messy track if it was wet.
05-NOV-2010
Marblized
I'm marking this down as some place to return to.
05-NOV-2010
Water out of the rock
On the side of the mountains, water from the canal that I had followed earlier, empties out into those pipes and continues it's journey to the big city. There it will get used to fill swimming pools, water lawns, . . .
05-NOV-2010
Being followed
Not sure what's going on, but this thing is tailing me.
05-NOV-2010
Conan
Bet he's not really in there.
05-NOV-2010
Heading into the Park
Avoiding the floating gas bag I find a bit of ancient pavement heading into a canyon. I know that if I can make it through the canyon I'll be in the Park lands south of our base camp.
I have maybe an hour of sun left, Maybe I'll make it back before dark.
05-NOV-2010
the Edge of Civilization
It's getting to be easier to follow the dirt tracks that skirt around the pavement than to keep climbing on and off of it.
06-NOV-2010
Park land
I didn't make it. Spent last night off the side of the track, deep in the canyon, as the wind cut down through there. This morning I finished out the canyon and topped out into the Park lands. A quick run through here and I'll be back at base.
