The wife and I took off for a week of playing in southern Utah. The week prior I had racked the Jeep in preparation for the trip and I spent a little extra time going over and inspecting suspension components to ensure everything was in proper condition. There is a trail down around Kanab called Hog Canyon that is supposed to be quite technical. Basically, it consists of a lot of twists and turns followed quickly by uphill climbs while still making the turns so off-camber and somewhat crossed up. This places enormous stress on all suspension components such as links, bushings and joints due to being fully flexed out on one end and stuffed the opposite.
Two years ago, I had a less than desirable outcome when in Montana and I broke a link right at the bushing housing and I'm afraid to say that is has made me a bit nervous or gun shy ever since. I feel that I repaired it properly even going to the extreme to wrap the bushing housing and tying it back to the link but in the back of my mind it has still made me anxious and even with the multiple off-road trips since, I don't think I have put that kind of stress on the suspension since then. Couple that with the fact that the trail descriptions and videos that I have read about Hog Canyon being one hard turn and climb after another for the first few miles I was a little apprehensive about placing this kind of continuous stress on the components. It's not like some of them where the stress is brief then nothing for a while, this was one after the other, so I was very anxious during preparation. Although I didn't mention that part to the wife, no sense in both of us being stressed.
I hope everyone likes pictures because I have a metric ****-ton of them:
The morning we left home, we didn't get 20-miles south when it started to sprinkle. I generally get extremely pissed off when the coach and Jeep are clean and we hit rain before getting to our destination, but this time I tried not to let it get to me. I don't mind hitting rain on the way home because the rig will get washed before being parked anyways, but I really don't like it dirty when we arrive at our destination. The rain only lasted a few miles and didn't really get anything dirty other than the windshield.
We had a pretty uneventful drive until we were about 20 miles from Kanab on Highway 89 when the driver of this Western Express decided to choose a curve to turn around and stuck his landing gear in the asphalt resulting in the unloading of his drive axles and he was dead in the water. We arrived about the same time as the Highway Patrol but there was nothing to be done until a wrecker arrived. One by one the officers allowed a few vehicles to pass around the rear of the trailer but stopped us prior stating there wasn't enough room for our rig. I walked it and determined we could make it without hitting any trees nor the trailer and although the officer was not pleased with me, he allowed it. He did want me to disconnect the Jeep but I informed him if the coach makes it the Jeep won't have any issues and if I need to back up, I can have the Jeep disconnected in less than a minute so he let me proceed. We made it around easily with room to spare.
Our campsite for the week. Nice wide and long pull-outs that I was able to pull into without even disconnecting the Jeep.
Slides extended, Jeep disconnected and satellite dish deployed. Ready for relaxation.
Although when we arrived it was quite chilly, being only in the 50's we had a nice cover on the curb side to relax under and perfect for viewing sunsets.
I got the fire pit and tank out in preparation for some sitting outside.
The first two nights the fire was a welcomed addition as there was a chill in the air. Completely different story by the end of the week where we had to run the A/C's.
Sunday with the threat of rain, I really didn't want to get caught off-road in unfamiliar terrain so we took a pavement day and headed into Zion NP. I think most of the western U.S. population had the same idea as I have never seen so many people in Zion NP before. It was a pleasant drive and the masses of people didn't get on my nerves too much.
Checkerboard mountain at the east side of Mt. Carmel Tunnel. We had a minimal wait to get through the tunnel which was odd considering the number of people including tour buses. I think going west (east side) we had less than a 5-minute wait. When we emerged from the west side the traffic was backed up three quarters of the way down the switchbacks and I mentioned to the wife that it wasn't going to be fun waiting to go the other direction. Although, after driving around a bit and sightseeing, we headed back up the switchbacks eastbound and drove right through, no wait at all. We both looked at each shocked, but delighted.
My wife read an article about the 5 best places to have pie in southern Utah and we had eaten at a few of them over the years but didn't realize the Thunderbird Restaurant was one of them. This place is located right at the intersection of Highway 89 and state route 9 going into Zion NP at the town called Mt. Carmel. The town I think consisted of the restaurant, a couple of gas stations and a few houses. The term "town" was a bit of a stretch.
We remembered reading years ago when we were there that the family opened the restaurant in the early 30's and it is still family owned and operated. The story behind the "HO-MADE" pies was because space was at a premium for the sign and the owners were trying to control costs, so they shortened "home-made".
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