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I love exploration of off road
trails and seldom traveled
routes. I've been a Jeep nut
for most of my adult life.
A planned romp to nearby
Albuquerque in the Jemez.
My son and I set out that
morning with a full tank
and a sense of adventure
one can only experience
in an open top CJ-7.
Reaching the turn off to
a primitive trail called out
on the map, the adventure
escalated to obsticle
avoidance and driving skills.
We climbed a gradual incline
to the top of a ridge and
parked. Vistas were
spectacular, as an entire
valley floor was within view.
The mountain lion made his
way from bush to bush,
bunnies on the menu, a half
mile distant.
Climbing back down from
the ridge, we continued on
the mapped out route.
The trail was smooth, paved
with flat sandstone, but
overgrown with willows
overhanging the trail,
blocking immediate forward
vision.
After about a quarter mile, I
had to stop and clear the
small branches caught in
the grille.
Letting the Jeep cool off a
bit, my son and I walked a
short 20 yards down the
trail.
Breaking free of the
overgrown willows, we were
standing on the very edge
of a gorge that was at least
a half mile deep. Straight
down.
It still rattles me to this day,
what would have happened
if I hadn't stopped to clear
those branches.
There was a Devine power
looking after us that day.
trails and seldom traveled
routes. I've been a Jeep nut
for most of my adult life.
A planned romp to nearby
Albuquerque in the Jemez.
My son and I set out that
morning with a full tank
and a sense of adventure
one can only experience
in an open top CJ-7.
Reaching the turn off to
a primitive trail called out
on the map, the adventure
escalated to obsticle
avoidance and driving skills.
We climbed a gradual incline
to the top of a ridge and
parked. Vistas were
spectacular, as an entire
valley floor was within view.
The mountain lion made his
way from bush to bush,
bunnies on the menu, a half
mile distant.
Climbing back down from
the ridge, we continued on
the mapped out route.
The trail was smooth, paved
with flat sandstone, but
overgrown with willows
overhanging the trail,
blocking immediate forward
vision.
After about a quarter mile, I
had to stop and clear the
small branches caught in
the grille.
Letting the Jeep cool off a
bit, my son and I walked a
short 20 yards down the
trail.
Breaking free of the
overgrown willows, we were
standing on the very edge
of a gorge that was at least
a half mile deep. Straight
down.
It still rattles me to this day,
what would have happened
if I hadn't stopped to clear
those branches.
There was a Devine power
looking after us that day.
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