Peak Putters - Camp Schamp 2012
Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:43 pm
There should be multiple reports, because there were multiple runs!!
20 rigs. Let me see if I can get most of them.
North Fork Group:
Danny
Rich
Royboy
Commando14
George
ME!
Curtis/SPR in Curtis' Jeep. . .but only for a minute
Paul
Ed
Buggy1
Buggy2 (I was introduced but I forgot their names)
Middle Fork Group
Jose
Chrispy
Chris' pops
Roger
Lee
Dale
Rubicrawler
One more relative of the above (Dale's Bro??)
Tim
Yep, that's 20
The North Fork Trip went down like this:
We started off from the snow park at around 9:45. Curtis was having trouble with his fan not coming on so he headed back to camp right away. The group hit snow almost immediately. Just to get things started, I dove into the ditch and got stuck. On up we went taking turns leading, adventuring, getting stuck and just enjoying the beautiful weather. Then, I made a huge error in judgement (a theme is developing) I followed Ed. Yep, a great driver on a light rig on 37s followed by. . .uh. . .me in my little commuter wagon. I'd like to think that it went pretty well. . .until we got right back up to the road. Ed asked if I wanted a lil' tug up to the top. I looked backwards to where the rest of the group (minus Paul, since he took another route) were busy with a berm that Ed and I had already driven over. "Nah, I'll just play with it for a while." Ed shrugged.
Then, I decided to turn around, on the open hillside (see how this error in judgement thing works). Long/short, I got stuck. Danny winched me sidewards. I blew a bead. Highlifting ensued. . .alls well that ends well I suppose.
Anyway, we carried on past the Blue Lake intersection towards the summit. We nearly made it!!! within a few hundred yards of the top only to get denied. To say it was tough going would be a massive understatement. EVERYONE found themselves on the end of a strap or cable at some point right down to the two full on competition rock buggies.
Undaunted and filled by our manifold hotdog lunch, we decided to go back up towards Blue Lake. It was simply stunning. Everyone did great until the going just got so tough that there was no more headway to be made. My high mark was when I fell in a tree well and had to have both George and David winch me first one way then another to avoid breaking my windows. Much of the group turned around right there, but some of the big dogs carried on. . .only to come up a little short. We within' yards of the top of the Divide ridge!!! What a DAY!!!
As per Peak Putter style, we capped it all off with a HUGE carne asada feed (thanks TIM! for the meat!!) and hearty banter around the fire thanks to Roy spotting a perfect log to cut/split. Morning brought more stories and even a pot of Man Quiche as well as another run for some of the guys that just didn't have enough yet!
The other group will have to regale those that weren't there own tale of awesomeness from the middle fork. . .but. . .for me, on to the pics.
OK, almost. . .I have to thank my son for being a trouper. He came down with a bad cold on the way up on Friday night and stayed in the trailer for the entire weekend. Even though I volunteered to take him home, he would have none of it. THANKS WILL and sorry you are feelin' puny!
Thats right, Orville broke trail (for about 12 seconds)
Yeah, this was the first of many errors I made (don't get me wrong, they all were GREAT fun!)
I see you!!
There is so much awesome here, I can't even begin. . .
On the way to Blue Lake
Thats fresh water. . .sheesh. . .
Our fearless Prez
Now, prepare to see other people's pictures. Many of them will be of Orville stuck. . .laugh and point all you want, but he was gettin' it done all day (errrr. . .sometimes on the end of a rope. . .but, yeah).
20 rigs. Let me see if I can get most of them.
North Fork Group:
Danny
Rich
Royboy
Commando14
George
ME!
Curtis/SPR in Curtis' Jeep. . .but only for a minute
Paul
Ed
Buggy1
Buggy2 (I was introduced but I forgot their names)
Middle Fork Group
Jose
Chrispy
Chris' pops
Roger
Lee
Dale
Rubicrawler
One more relative of the above (Dale's Bro??)
Tim
Yep, that's 20
The North Fork Trip went down like this:
We started off from the snow park at around 9:45. Curtis was having trouble with his fan not coming on so he headed back to camp right away. The group hit snow almost immediately. Just to get things started, I dove into the ditch and got stuck. On up we went taking turns leading, adventuring, getting stuck and just enjoying the beautiful weather. Then, I made a huge error in judgement (a theme is developing) I followed Ed. Yep, a great driver on a light rig on 37s followed by. . .uh. . .me in my little commuter wagon. I'd like to think that it went pretty well. . .until we got right back up to the road. Ed asked if I wanted a lil' tug up to the top. I looked backwards to where the rest of the group (minus Paul, since he took another route) were busy with a berm that Ed and I had already driven over. "Nah, I'll just play with it for a while." Ed shrugged.
Then, I decided to turn around, on the open hillside (see how this error in judgement thing works). Long/short, I got stuck. Danny winched me sidewards. I blew a bead. Highlifting ensued. . .alls well that ends well I suppose.
Anyway, we carried on past the Blue Lake intersection towards the summit. We nearly made it!!! within a few hundred yards of the top only to get denied. To say it was tough going would be a massive understatement. EVERYONE found themselves on the end of a strap or cable at some point right down to the two full on competition rock buggies.
Undaunted and filled by our manifold hotdog lunch, we decided to go back up towards Blue Lake. It was simply stunning. Everyone did great until the going just got so tough that there was no more headway to be made. My high mark was when I fell in a tree well and had to have both George and David winch me first one way then another to avoid breaking my windows. Much of the group turned around right there, but some of the big dogs carried on. . .only to come up a little short. We within' yards of the top of the Divide ridge!!! What a DAY!!!
As per Peak Putter style, we capped it all off with a HUGE carne asada feed (thanks TIM! for the meat!!) and hearty banter around the fire thanks to Roy spotting a perfect log to cut/split. Morning brought more stories and even a pot of Man Quiche as well as another run for some of the guys that just didn't have enough yet!
The other group will have to regale those that weren't there own tale of awesomeness from the middle fork. . .but. . .for me, on to the pics.
OK, almost. . .I have to thank my son for being a trouper. He came down with a bad cold on the way up on Friday night and stayed in the trailer for the entire weekend. Even though I volunteered to take him home, he would have none of it. THANKS WILL and sorry you are feelin' puny!
Thats right, Orville broke trail (for about 12 seconds)
Yeah, this was the first of many errors I made (don't get me wrong, they all were GREAT fun!)
I see you!!
There is so much awesome here, I can't even begin. . .
On the way to Blue Lake
Thats fresh water. . .sheesh. . .
Our fearless Prez
Now, prepare to see other people's pictures. Many of them will be of Orville stuck. . .laugh and point all you want, but he was gettin' it done all day (errrr. . .sometimes on the end of a rope. . .but, yeah).