Long time, no update. No significant changes lately as it's my DD and I don't have a garage to work in right now. Large-scale suspension changes and axle swaps tend to be frowned upon in condominium parking lots. That said, I did find time to raise the suspension by another inch just in time to hit the winter trails. I also snagged a full 5-set of month-old BFG M/T KM's for $300 - same tires I had before but with full tread.
What was supposed to have been a quick 5-hour run out to Margaret Lake and back turned into a 14-hour ordeal! We had an H1, and H3T, 2 ZJs, 2WJs and an XJ. Here's a quick photo recap:
Gorgeous day, snow everywhere and 4 degrees above zero by noon.
The run leader gets ambitious and decides to try his new 33" KM2s in the deeper powder. Nope! Open diffs do him in. H1 pulls him out.
We hit a semi-frozen water crossing. The toughest part is getting over the 6-12" ice ledge on the way out; our fearless leader got his fronts up but couldn't get enough traction to bump up. H1 to the rescue again!
I wasn't about to sacrifice my dignity and get hauled across by a Hummer; I also got my fronts up and found the same lack of traction, but rocked back a bit and gave her the beans and hopped up on the third or fourth try.
The XJ gets stuck during a semi-frozen river crossing, we discover he has no front recovery points despite telling us he did. Novice driver to boot. We transfer my rear recovery point and haul him out ass-first. He takes another run at it further downstream where the ice is thicker and ends up suck in a snowbank pointed upstream. We free him with a bit of work and eventually got him onto the far bank.
The WJs do better, only one needs to be hauled over the ice ledge. GY Duratracs seem to be faring better in the snow/ice than the BFG ATs.
We made it to the Lake, and posed around for a bit.
So at this point things have gone fairly smoothly, so the run leads (H1 and white ZJ) decide that rather than take the same route back, we'll instead drive one of the winter-only trails back to the main trail intersection (Four Corners). None of us other than the leads have been on that particular trail, but they're confident we can do it, so we head onwards. At this point my copilot's pictures become less frequent; much of the winter trail is comprised of very steep, and very snowy/icy hills, so crawling wasn't an option; if you lost traction even momentarily you''d slide down backwards. Thus, SOP quickly became hitting the hills with a 50 km/h runup and firing up at pretty much WOT with a bit of throttle feathering. The vehicles with BFG ATs were sometimes taking 5-8 attempts to make it up some hills. I quickly became hugely impressed with my M/T KM tires; at ~15psi I just pointed up the hill and hit the loud pedal. Even with open diffs I made it up every single hill on the first try, no problems and no pucker moments.
The trail turned out to be a bit lengthy, but we were making good time until we got to a particularly long climb. The white ZJ was first up the hill and got halfway up, and then there was an audible BANG and he stopped dead. After making sure he wasn't going to slide back down, a quick inspection confirmed that his front drive shaft had let go, leaving him essentially one-wheel-drive and incapable of making the climb. The trail was also so narrow that getting a vehicle past him to pull him up was impossible. So he removed the front drive shaft, spooled out the winch, and we got to work.
World's most expensive wheel chock:
So we spent the next few hours winching him up a fairly long hill, about 20 feet at a time and rather slowly. The rest of us were parked at the base of the hill; I got the really awkward parking spot and had to Dukes Of Hazzard my way out the window.
Darkness comes fast in the mountains. This was taken about a half hour before we got him to the top of the hill.
At this point the photos more or less stop because it was pitch black outside and we were focused on getting the hell back to civilization. We hooked the broken Jeep to the back of the H1 and sent them off ahead with a head start while the rest of us got up the hill. The newer drivers had improved significantly over the course of the day; even the first-timers in the XJ made it up on the second go! The H3T with 4" lift and 35" tires ended up having the most trouble with the hill, although I suspect he'd damaged a half-shaft but didn't want to say it.
We knew there was a trail intersection up ahead so we radioed ahead to the H1 and ZJ asking for directions; the response was that they needed a moment to figure out some "navigational issues." This was odd because we knew that both of those vehicles had GPS units. After some time we got instructions to head left at the T intersection, and after conquering a couple more steep hills got word on the radio that the H1/ZJ team had found itself on a tree-laced quad trail while trying to avoid an icy patch of the main trail. We caught up to them as they were winching the broken ZJ through a stand of trees to get back to the main trail, so we parked and gave them a hand to speed things along.
And then one of the WJ's engine died.
Now, it would start for a couple seconds, but it would die almost immediately afterwards. We hummed and hawed for a bit about how we could get this thing moving again; the narrow trail meant that if it didn't move, the 3 vehicles behind it were stuck. I decided it was a fuel issue of some kind and got to work swapping relays; after swapping out the fuel pump relay, it fired right up an ran perfectly... for all of 5 minutes, when it died again. This time however, it would restart and idle, but with a very low idle and was running incredibly rich. The driver decided to let it run for a while, got out of the vehicle to help with the winching, closed the door....and the thing locked itself. He didn't have a spare key. So after much cursing and pulling on handles, we grabbed some gaffer tape, taped up a passenger side window, and handed him a hammer. Fortunately, smashing out the window seemed to cow the vehicle a bit and it ran better after that, haha. It would still die every once in a while but could be fired right back up and head off down the trail again.
It soon also came to light what the "navigational issues" were; while both the lead ZJ and H1 had GPS units, the H1 didn't have the area maps loaded in, and the ZJ with the Garmin had neglected to bring the proprietary USB charge cable... so it was stone-cold-dead. So in essence, we were in the mountains at 9:00PM in the pitch-black and snow and we were essentially relying on the H1 driver's memories of the trail from the last time he was on it... 8 years ago. I had all the gear and supplies necessary for staying the night in the bush, but it's a last resort you'd much rather avoid, especially considering there's absolutely no cellular reception in the area whatsoever. Calling for help wasn't an option!
Fortunately, after a few more km of hills (and believe me when I say watching that H1 haul the Jeep up hills like nothing was quite the sight to see) we reached the service road to a sour gas plant and followed it back to the main trunk road. Never have I been so glad to see a DANGER STAY OUT sign before!
So in the end, we had one heck of an adventure! I didn't get stuck or break anything, and we didn't resort to cannibalism. Result!