What a view to wake up to.
The repeater we've been using this entire trip!
I love the desert, but this time of year it sure was exhilarating to be cold and in the mountains!
These mountains are controlled by the all knowing being. Everyone knows to watch out for... the holy cow.
Right about where this photo was taken I ran out of luck with the truck.
We were descending from well over 11,000 feet down to just under 3,000 and we were using low range for the most part for braking. About 3/4 of the way down the road is smooth, fast and a lot less steep so we went into high range. About a mile later I tapped the brakes and.... wait for it... nothing. Well, maybe about 10-20% braking thankfully. Still it took us several hundred yards of the brakes to the floor to stop. It's strange thinking "STOP" in your brain and then driving around a corner, over a little rise and then half way through a corner and then stopping...
The brakes were cooked. I've never overheated brakes on anything. I am thinking that I may have had a hanging piston on one caliper so it was heating up whether I was braking or not.
Let's hope for that being the case or FZJ80 brakes are truly horrible.
Always carry coveralls! I was in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but I knew I'd be laying in the dirt covered in ants so I pulled out the trusty United Airlines coveralls a friend gave me and went to work. These things come in so handy. The only thing they didn't prevent was burning my arm on scalding hot brake fluid.
This is a bad picture. I took it driving. That being said I can't stop looking at all of these rocks as people huddled together praying. Wrapped in red and white blankets sitting around together.
After that we were back on black top! Under the dictionary next to the word "Road" this picture could go.
Oh yah, I will have to come back on a motorcycle.
Again, where is a motorcycle when you need it! Go go gadget moto!
Time to head for AZ.
Not a bad airport to land at.
Mogi Lookout, looking down to Johns Canyon trail.
Down at Mexican Hat stopping off at the river to cool off. NICE.
We made it to the South Rim. Not a lot of people know that there are some great dirt roads to explore for free just south of the South Rim park.
The old fire lookout. Still manned.
We camped right under the Helicopter flight path for sightseeing tours and actually loved it. The complete and utter quiet except for the rain punctuated by a helicopter about 100 yards above you.
Still, good spot.
We just read and ate leftover carne asada all night. Not a bad end to a great trip. We took our time going home through Williams and Prescott wishing the trip wasn't ending. Another great one in the books for us.
The repeater we've been using this entire trip!
I love the desert, but this time of year it sure was exhilarating to be cold and in the mountains!
These mountains are controlled by the all knowing being. Everyone knows to watch out for... the holy cow.
Right about where this photo was taken I ran out of luck with the truck.
We were descending from well over 11,000 feet down to just under 3,000 and we were using low range for the most part for braking. About 3/4 of the way down the road is smooth, fast and a lot less steep so we went into high range. About a mile later I tapped the brakes and.... wait for it... nothing. Well, maybe about 10-20% braking thankfully. Still it took us several hundred yards of the brakes to the floor to stop. It's strange thinking "STOP" in your brain and then driving around a corner, over a little rise and then half way through a corner and then stopping...
The brakes were cooked. I've never overheated brakes on anything. I am thinking that I may have had a hanging piston on one caliper so it was heating up whether I was braking or not.
Let's hope for that being the case or FZJ80 brakes are truly horrible.
Always carry coveralls! I was in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but I knew I'd be laying in the dirt covered in ants so I pulled out the trusty United Airlines coveralls a friend gave me and went to work. These things come in so handy. The only thing they didn't prevent was burning my arm on scalding hot brake fluid.
This is a bad picture. I took it driving. That being said I can't stop looking at all of these rocks as people huddled together praying. Wrapped in red and white blankets sitting around together.
After that we were back on black top! Under the dictionary next to the word "Road" this picture could go.
Oh yah, I will have to come back on a motorcycle.
Again, where is a motorcycle when you need it! Go go gadget moto!
Time to head for AZ.
Not a bad airport to land at.
Mogi Lookout, looking down to Johns Canyon trail.
Down at Mexican Hat stopping off at the river to cool off. NICE.
We made it to the South Rim. Not a lot of people know that there are some great dirt roads to explore for free just south of the South Rim park.
The old fire lookout. Still manned.
We camped right under the Helicopter flight path for sightseeing tours and actually loved it. The complete and utter quiet except for the rain punctuated by a helicopter about 100 yards above you.
Still, good spot.
We just read and ate leftover carne asada all night. Not a bad end to a great trip. We took our time going home through Williams and Prescott wishing the trip wasn't ending. Another great one in the books for us.
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Amazing trip pictures! Loved every entry!
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