We Came, We Saw, We WABDR'd
Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 10:17 am
WABDR DAY 1
As with most of the best stories in life, this one started with an unexpected chain of events. Bottom line, I ended up with a full weekend pass, during minion sports season mind you, and while I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, something had to be done… A couple phone calls and messages were exchanged, and a haphazard plan was hatched: WABDR!!! As some of you know, the entirety of the WABDR isn’t something typically done in a weekend, nor is it done without some relatively substantial planning. Well, we only a had weekend to burn and in typical fashion hardly any planning, but we headed out anyways for what would be an absolutely epic adventure generally following Sections 2 and 3 of the WABDR between Rimrock lake and Cashmere, WA:
After a run to the grocery store and a quick game of Tetris, sometime Friday afternoon OG and myself launched from the greater Richland area and headed West, stopping in Naches for a drop of fuel and some last minute sundries.
OG in the mirror:
Everything looking tidy at mission control:
We pulled off the pavement and onto FS-1500, where we promptly decided our tires had too many of the psi’s, so we did something about it:
With driver comfort again obtained, we headed up toward Bethel Ridge. And up. And up. It’s flat out impressive the altitude gained in just a few miles:
As we crested the summit, we took a left onto FS-199 to find our intended camp spot for the night, Cash Prairie:
We trundled Westward along the spine of the mountain, stopping a couple times to take in the views:
Once we had reached our campsite, the equipment was deployed:
We set about cooking up a delicious feast of chicken and Riders dogs, enjoying a couple of cocktails, and lying about anything we could. As darkness fell, a very familiar sound rang through the cool night air, and Boyscout arrived in the ever trusty Big Blue, and he brought along what would be the game changer for the remainder of the trip: FIRE!!
The rest of the night would be spent around the propane heating device, continuing to enjoy adult beverages, embellish stories and nibble on warmed up meat. The moon peaked out through the clouds just about the time we were ready to rack out:
As with most of the best stories in life, this one started with an unexpected chain of events. Bottom line, I ended up with a full weekend pass, during minion sports season mind you, and while I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, something had to be done… A couple phone calls and messages were exchanged, and a haphazard plan was hatched: WABDR!!! As some of you know, the entirety of the WABDR isn’t something typically done in a weekend, nor is it done without some relatively substantial planning. Well, we only a had weekend to burn and in typical fashion hardly any planning, but we headed out anyways for what would be an absolutely epic adventure generally following Sections 2 and 3 of the WABDR between Rimrock lake and Cashmere, WA:
After a run to the grocery store and a quick game of Tetris, sometime Friday afternoon OG and myself launched from the greater Richland area and headed West, stopping in Naches for a drop of fuel and some last minute sundries.
OG in the mirror:
Everything looking tidy at mission control:
We pulled off the pavement and onto FS-1500, where we promptly decided our tires had too many of the psi’s, so we did something about it:
With driver comfort again obtained, we headed up toward Bethel Ridge. And up. And up. It’s flat out impressive the altitude gained in just a few miles:
As we crested the summit, we took a left onto FS-199 to find our intended camp spot for the night, Cash Prairie:
We trundled Westward along the spine of the mountain, stopping a couple times to take in the views:
Once we had reached our campsite, the equipment was deployed:
We set about cooking up a delicious feast of chicken and Riders dogs, enjoying a couple of cocktails, and lying about anything we could. As darkness fell, a very familiar sound rang through the cool night air, and Boyscout arrived in the ever trusty Big Blue, and he brought along what would be the game changer for the remainder of the trip: FIRE!!
The rest of the night would be spent around the propane heating device, continuing to enjoy adult beverages, embellish stories and nibble on warmed up meat. The moon peaked out through the clouds just about the time we were ready to rack out: