So it's your last official day in Moab.
You've done most of the in town trails,
but you heard about this place on the
outskirts that stacks the obstacles high.
A place where riff raff, trailer trash,
and red headed stepchildren get it on to a
different tune. Part old mining claims,
part homemade heaven,
Area BFE is where
good parts come to rock hump until
something gives. A finale if there ever
was one, we wanted to see it for ourselves
and check out where the big boys play.
We chose the milder Strike Ravine for our
loop tour. It offers a little of it's own,
but gets you close to expert kill-zones
like Helldorado and Green Day. We hiked a
little of Hell, giggling like schoolgirls
at the obstacle stacks, dreams of one day
saying %^&* it and kissing all sheet metal
The Ravine wasn't much of a trail for Bob
and Team Yellow's rigs. For filler, there was a lot of
lizards and mine exploring going on as we
By the time we got to the "t" at the
powerlines we could see a forest fire
burning out between us and the La Sal's.
We went straight and up the hill for a
closer look but were still a good distance
off so we retreated back.
At the large mine in Kane Springs Creek,
we did a little mine vehicle exploration
getting the Yellowsub submerged
underground. After we had our fun pics, we
finished the trek up the hill to the play
Bob and Jonathan just tore loose when they
saw all the play options, fanning out pell mell
to every climb and drop they could find.
Only once did someone get hung, and it was
only because of Bob's intermittent fuel
delivery problem. They even had a couple
foreign spectators come around to see the
"Big American 4x4's," and the "Fat Boob."
Knowing that they had probably pressed all
their luck and spent all their girlie
giggles at the park, the boys reluctantly
packed it in, and we headed back out to the
highway for our last night at camp and on