The fact that the Rouse farms eggs made it from Yuciapa to Mammoth via pounding whoops speaks to Turbros buttery smooth suspension tunning and expert packing techniques.
After the scenic lake, we took a winding, flowy road up to 10250ft to watch the sun set over the Minarets(beautiful craggy peaks).
Since we headed home after sunset, we decided that counted as our first-ever night ride! Fuck, we’re old…
We headed back, ate bbq’d tri tip, and enjoyed another awesome bonfire whilst laughing our asses off making jokes about Patrik’s cougar girlfriend. I had a fucking headache from laughing. It was glorious.
@the bodj & Mrs Bodj showed up in the wee hours of the morning after all of us were asleep.
Other morning arrivals were James in the Class 11 Bug, Taylor in the TC/Deaver Taco, and Randy in the newer, more overlanderish setup TC/Deaver Taco.
We did 0.69 miles of dirt before @the bodj performed a door hinge delete on the Bodjnoma. I donated some hardware from my stash.
Next stop was bald mountain fire lookout. We were treated to expansive views and a super cool well-stocked old cabin.
Both JennaAntennas enjoying the view
Terrain was ever-changing and incredibly beautiful.
Sage covered hillsides
Tall conifers
Rocky cliffs
Aspen groves with the beginnings of fall colors
Technical rocky sections, water crossings
Expansive meadows
We descended from the high country and enjoyed more curvy roads carved directly into the sagebrush on our way to this awesomeness:
Everything reminds me of her
Another night ride?
We jumped our trucks like 0.69 feet in the air on the beach as seen in earlier posts, and then the bodjnoma decided it didn’t want to party anymore. We fucked around with it for awhile, couldn’t get it going, so Brad and Dusty towed it like 10 miles back into mammoth proper.
Editor’s note: when shit doesn’t work on your truck, before fucking with anything else, always check fuses first.
Towing fuckery caused a brake line delete. No big deal, I carry spare -3AN braided lines like every self respecting dezert-goer should… it sure was nice troubleshooting and fixing trucks in Dusty’s shop stead of the windy cold roadside.
New brake line with an ample strain relief loop:
relieved Kevin:
Interesting facts: We established that my weight is 1.89 bodjes, and that one of my thighs = 1.0 bodj waist
If you aren’t familiar with the bodj unit of measurement from the DR days, that’s a bummer. Shits fucking hilarious.
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