cowcatcher
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It is a standard rainy Memorial Day weekend in dry Eastern Washington. A little mowing and cleanup done on Saturday and more planned for Sunday and Monday but then the showers turned to downpours. I had been wanting to do some "back roading" in the Libby and I had been thinking of a place I had not been in perhaps 40 years, Skyline Drive. I threw in a few bottles of water, some extra shoes and a camera and off I go.
My memory is fading after 40 years and although I knew the general location of the entrance to Skyline Drive/McCrosky State Park on the west side I was relying mostly on intuition. About 5 miles from Farmington I see a side road marked Skyline Drive (it was not as I remembered it) and took it. It started up into the high country but not really into the trees. I broke over a ridge and then started down into Idaho farm country. Definately the wrong spot so I turned around and took that less traveled road at the top of the ridge with the sign marked "NO RV ACCESS". About a mile down that road I decided to stop and get a great picture of the Palouse hills but when I hit the brakes the ABS went wild. A peek in the rear view mirror showed two deep ruts in the mud following me up the steep hill. Well, I decided to drive a little further before stopping and look for solid ground.
A little perspective is probably due here. The butte sticking out of the Palouse Hills is Steptoe and it is about 3600' with the average terrain at about 2200'. I am probably at about 3500' here. By the time I got to the top I was at 4000'. When I got to here and parked on hard rock in a nice wide spot I am thinking, "Do I turn around and go back in my street CRD or forge ahead?" Well forge ahead of course since I still was not in the trees and going back down that greasy slope was scary!
The next 15 minutes or so I did not touch my camera and breathed only intermitantly. Mainly I prayed (it was Sunday and I sort of recalled how to do that from childhood), hung on to the steering wheel tightly and wondered why I had every thought I should do this. I don't recall if it was before or after I nearly went over the bank and a 3/4 mile roll down hill that I considered parking the Libby and walking out to retrieve it on a dry day.
That tumble I nearly took was on a corner. The Libby was having a terrible time in the mud with the stock tires but also with a stupid driver. It did not want to go down the road straight, but kept crabbing. Why? Well my guess is SelecTrac. Just before going over the bank my three remaining brain cells got together and suggested that "part time" or low range might be a better way to go. "Part time" was the quickest and it did the trick. As soon as I got nestled up against the inside of the bank I got into low range and creeped the rest of the way, doing much better on staying where I needed to be. I think the rear wheel bias in the "full time" was my major problem in the mud and the reason for the "crabbing".
It was another 10 minutes after the possible roll before I got back on some gravel and on the road I had intended to take. A roll through the mountain roads less traveled (and less dangerous) and a change of underware helped take the edge off the day.
This mud shot was well after repeated downpours and puddles that helped wash a lot of the earlier mud away. It was a great day once I regained my wits!
Oh, the lessons learned. 1) Better tires. 2) Low Range not "SelectTrac". 3) Perhaps a passenger to stand outside on the road and call the air ambulance if you don't make it.
My memory is fading after 40 years and although I knew the general location of the entrance to Skyline Drive/McCrosky State Park on the west side I was relying mostly on intuition. About 5 miles from Farmington I see a side road marked Skyline Drive (it was not as I remembered it) and took it. It started up into the high country but not really into the trees. I broke over a ridge and then started down into Idaho farm country. Definately the wrong spot so I turned around and took that less traveled road at the top of the ridge with the sign marked "NO RV ACCESS". About a mile down that road I decided to stop and get a great picture of the Palouse hills but when I hit the brakes the ABS went wild. A peek in the rear view mirror showed two deep ruts in the mud following me up the steep hill. Well, I decided to drive a little further before stopping and look for solid ground.
A little perspective is probably due here. The butte sticking out of the Palouse Hills is Steptoe and it is about 3600' with the average terrain at about 2200'. I am probably at about 3500' here. By the time I got to the top I was at 4000'. When I got to here and parked on hard rock in a nice wide spot I am thinking, "Do I turn around and go back in my street CRD or forge ahead?" Well forge ahead of course since I still was not in the trees and going back down that greasy slope was scary!
The next 15 minutes or so I did not touch my camera and breathed only intermitantly. Mainly I prayed (it was Sunday and I sort of recalled how to do that from childhood), hung on to the steering wheel tightly and wondered why I had every thought I should do this. I don't recall if it was before or after I nearly went over the bank and a 3/4 mile roll down hill that I considered parking the Libby and walking out to retrieve it on a dry day.
That tumble I nearly took was on a corner. The Libby was having a terrible time in the mud with the stock tires but also with a stupid driver. It did not want to go down the road straight, but kept crabbing. Why? Well my guess is SelecTrac. Just before going over the bank my three remaining brain cells got together and suggested that "part time" or low range might be a better way to go. "Part time" was the quickest and it did the trick. As soon as I got nestled up against the inside of the bank I got into low range and creeped the rest of the way, doing much better on staying where I needed to be. I think the rear wheel bias in the "full time" was my major problem in the mud and the reason for the "crabbing".
It was another 10 minutes after the possible roll before I got back on some gravel and on the road I had intended to take. A roll through the mountain roads less traveled (and less dangerous) and a change of underware helped take the edge off the day.
This mud shot was well after repeated downpours and puddles that helped wash a lot of the earlier mud away. It was a great day once I regained my wits!
Oh, the lessons learned. 1) Better tires. 2) Low Range not "SelectTrac". 3) Perhaps a passenger to stand outside on the road and call the air ambulance if you don't make it.