(Relax, there will be pictures soon)
Travis, Dave, Angel + me
Also: Socorro, Angel’s wife (also Jacquelina, their kiddo).
Good: No guilt from Coldwater when I got home. Zero. No silent treatment. No yelling at the kids. No shots at me.
Ice cold Coors Light at the end of the run. Tasty. No one else wanted one (WTF?), so more for me.
No breakage – not even a scratch on my Anti-Granite Device
Scenery, camaraderie, blah, blah, blah
Saw a Gila Monster
Not so good: Sami had “skunk farts” for the last 1/2 of the trail
(related good item: no dog leakage inside the jeep)
- Angel kept riding my ass on the obstacles, even after I asked him to stop
- Open diffs made me look stupid in a couple of places
- Ran a stop sign at 60mph. Empty beer bottle in the front passenger floorwell. Speed enforcement zone.
it was like being in Ann Arbor ca. 1981. As it was then, I could count on other people to obey traffic laws so as not to kill me. Unlike then, I didn’t actually mean to fly through the intersection.
(related good item: no cops or cross traffic)