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CGohring

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Guys!

The wall is done!

I busted my **** to get things finished off by this weekend. A good friend of mine needed some work done on his truck, and was coming in from out of town to have me do it for him. I wanted to have the use of air tools to work on it, which meant I really wanted the hose reel up. That meant I needed to finish the wall. So when he arrived I enlisted his help. I had him stain the remainder of the paneling while I went to work sanding the last few pieces and getting the rest on the wall. It went a lot faster thanks to his gracious participation. It took us a few hours, but before I knew it the wall was finished!

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The next step was getting the hose reel up. If you remember, I bought a 50-foot HF hose reel back in October. I've also been slowly gathering parts for the air system, including a filter, leader hoses, and fittings. You'll see in the previous photo I got a little over-exuberant and put up the reel prior to taking the photo. Whoops.

The reel is located just about dead-center of the building and as tight to the ceiling as I dared go. This gives me a lot of flexibility in using it. I can even use it outside the building if I need to.

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With the reel mounted, I could get to work on the plumbing from the compressor to the reel. I wanted this setup to be simple, robust, and have the smallest number of connections that I could reasonably make. My original plan was to start on the north wall, run about 18 inches, make a 90-degree turn to the east wall, another 90 up from there to the ceiling, the another 90 along the east wall to the filter, then to the hose reel. Unfortunately, my measurements were off. I didn't have enough piping to miss my future cabinets if I had any pipe along the north wall. So instead I cut that section out and moved the whole assembly tighter to the bench. Now I have plenty of clearance around the future cabinets.

Relocating the vise has already come in handy!

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I started with a ball valve and 1/4" NPT adapter for my leader hose, then made the necessary turns to get it above the bench. I went with 1/2" black iron pipe because it's inexpensive, durable, and will help cool the air before the filter. It also fits the aesthetic I'm aiming for. I got all of the pieces from pipe-decor.com, which is quite a bit cheaper than getting parts from the local Lowe's or Home Depot, and it's a little nicer quality too. Still fully capable of handling the pressure as well. The only downside is the longest stretch you can buy from them is 72 inches, so I had to use a coupler to get the necessary extra length to reach the reel.

The entire thing was assembled on the bench prior to hanging it on the wall, then we lined it up and used 1/2" conduit clamps to secure it to the wall. The clamps worked really well, but I do need some larger ones to secure the ball valve and the filter. Once the assembly was on the wall, I attached the leader hose to the filter and ran it to the hose reel.

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With that done, I added the new fittings at either end. I went with @Stedlin for these, and I'm so glad I did! Excellent quality and hooking/unhooking tools is a breeze! Plus the Quietplug male fittings really cut down on that big **** when you disconnect a tool. They're a minor things that make a really big difference.

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I hooked up the compressor and opened the bell valve, and what do you know! No leaks! Huzzah!

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Now that all that was done, we cleaned the shop thoroughly. All the tools were put away, the floor was swept and vacuumed, and the new air hose helped clear the dust off everything. What a difference this all made. I really think that the overall feel of the workshop is starting to come together now how I imagined it would be. Plenty more to do, but It's definitely coming together.

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Anyway, enough admiring! Let's get to work!

Here is our weekend project, a 2nd generation Nissan Frontier 4x4. My friend bought this truck on my recommendation about a year ago.

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WARNING: DERAILMENT

As some background, I owned a 2005 Frontier for just about six years and did an extensive amount of work on/to it. Suspension, bumper, lighting, winch, onboard air compressor, storage, the lot. I built my first auxiliary electrical system on this truck. I did plenty of repairs and upgrades, getting very familiar with the platform. We also took it to a lot of really amazing places.

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Fun little trip down memory lane.

Anyway, with all my experience on the truck I offered to do the necessary work. It needed new ball joints, and the shocks were badly worn. To replace the ball joints, he opted to just replace all four control arms, as the bushings were likely past it and replacing the control arms is actually simpler than doing ball joints. That's the theory anyway...

Since that work was getting done anyway and he wanted a little more ground clearance for our hunting trips, I suggested replacing the suspension with an Old Man Emu kit, which would raise the truck about 1.5", allow for heavier loads, and improve the ride. He got the parts and drove in from Helena, about four hours away, on Friday night after work.

We got going on Saturday morning by finishing the shop wall (thanks Graham!), then pulled the truck in and were able to start work on it after lunch. What I did not remember was that despite the low mileage, Graham's truck is rusty. It came out of Ontario, Canada, and after 70k miles of that environment, it was a little worse for wear. As such, what I thought was going to be a long afternoon project ended up becoming a two-day ordeal.

Here's a good indicator of how the weekend went:

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But I'm getting ahead of myself.

We started by getting the front jacked up and on stands. From there, we removed the wheels and started in on removing the shock/spring assembly. From there, we could swap each control arm, swap over the old shock hardware, then reassemble and realign. Then we could move on to the rear.

The front shock assembly is held in by four fasteners. Three 14mm nuts at the top and one 19mm bolt/nut combo on the bottom. I went after the top nuts first and was shocked (buh-dum-tss) by the effort required to remove them. They're torqued to 58 ft-lbs, but I was struggling to remove them at all with my 18-inch ratchet. Some penetrating oil and heat helped, but they were still an absolute bear to remove. Once I had the top nuts taken off, I shifted to the bottom of the shock. The 19mm bolt is somewhat famous for being a pain to remove, but this was something else. I ended up shearing off that 3/8 extension on it. I tried a 1/2 ratchet. Nope. Penetrating oil. Nope. Fire. Nope.

Okay, new plan.

We stopped off at Harbor Freight so I could get a 24-inch breaker bar, then over to Ace to get a 6-point socket as the nut was trying to round off. Again, fire! Nope. Penetrating oil! Nope. Smack it with a hammer! Nope. Impact! Nope. Big breaker bar! Nope.

Damn.

This wouldn't be such a big issue, but the lower bolts cannot be destroyed. They have a shoulder on them that eliminates the play between the bushing and bolt, so a regular hardware store replacement isn't a great option. It will allow just enough slop for the suspension to make noise and behave strangely, as all that weight of the front end is on those two bolts.

We switched gears to think about the problem, and Graham worked on removing the two large bolts holding the lower control arm to the frame while I worked on freeing the lower ball joint to detach the control arm from the spindle. During this process, I discovered the lower ball joint could not be removed from the spindle unless the CV shaft was removed, so we had to also pop the upper ball joint and suspend the spindle with a bungee cord.

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Right. With the CV out of the way, I attempted to finally remove the lower shock bolt. No joy after several minutes of heaving, swearing, and shouting. We decided that the only real way forward was to drop the LCA with the shock attached and try to remove the bolt while it was on the bench. Great, two minutes later I freed the lower ball joint. Now all that's left is to pop the LCA frame bolts out and pull the arm out.

Problem: the LCA bolts were seized. Stuck. Affixed. Rust-welded. The rust had caused the bolts to essentially bond to the inner sleeve of the bushings, meaning we could not remove them. And thus could not remove the control arms. Awesome. The good news here is that we have replacement LCA bolts. Since the truck was being lifted, we had alignment bolts that needed to go in, so the old ones didn't need to be reused, and we weren't reusing the LCAs. So we did the only sensible thing we could do.

We broke out the sawzall. But not before making a run to Ace Hardware to pick up one of these nasty SOBs.

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This was one of the more unpleasant tasks I've had to do on a vehicle, but we made it happen and by the end of the night, we had this on the bench.

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You can see in this photo the stack of payment I received for this job. That, and a bottle of Woodford Reserve.

By the end of day 1, I was joking with Graham that it may not have been sufficient.

To be continued...
Tom, I'm late to the party, but have enjoyed reading your thread. Great work on the workshop. - One suggestion: if you change around the support arm on your overhead hose reel, you avoid creating a weak spot where the hose kinks 90 degrees and eventually cracks (ask me how I know :) ) - it's just bolted on, so it's a 10 minute job, and will save you $50 and an hour's work putting on a new hose in a few years time.20240215_205731604_iOS.jpg
 
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Tom, I'm late to the party, but have enjoyed reading your thread. Great work on the workshop. - One suggestion: if you change around the support arm on your overhead hose reel, you avoid creating a weak spot where the hose kinks 90 degrees and eventually cracks (ask me how I know :) ) - it's just bolted on, so it's a 10 minute job, and will save you $50 and an hour's work putting on a new hose in a few years time.20240215_205731604_iOS.jpg
Huh.
I never thought of that. Thanks for the idea!
 
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"In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself."
- Laurence Sterne

I've always had some affinity or attraction to the mountains. My parents fostered this as a child, when we would disappear on the weekend or sometimes an entire week up to a campsite somewhere in Montana. Growing up in this place taught me a great deal about this rugged world, where elk roam the mountaintops and pine needles filter the light of day. It's a place where life is more primitive, more up-front, more real. It's not just the beauty of those places, though that doesn't diminish their aesthetic draw. It's what they are. They are the chaos of possibility, utter disorder, the antithesis of civilization. It's a world that keeps drawing me back.

Thoughts like these kept rolling through my head as I left the safety of Wallace's city limits and headed back east along a frontage road. I crossed under the Interstate and was swallowed up instantly by the Burke Canyon. This road connects Wallace to multiple smaller mining claims and a myriad of homes arranged in a haphazard fashion, some simple shacks nearly touching the road. I expected at least a semblance of order out in the mountains. but these places were far more shack than home. Places where hard people did hard work in a hard place.

Before long, asphalt gave way to dirt near the defunct Star Mine. From there, the road gradually deteriorated. I came upon a power substation and a woman with her daughter in an older Toyota Sequoia. They were obviously trying to choose a direction. I passed them and accidentally went down the wrong route, but quickly realized and turned around, running into them on the way back out. They were trying to go to the same pass I was, but could not locate it. I used my mapping app on my phone to show them where I was headed, then gave them an idea of how to get where they wanted to go. They thanked me and off I went.

Finding the right road, it quickly deteriorated further and this sign showed up, promising me the adventure I was looking for.

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I aired down the tires and had another discussion with the ladies in the Sequoia, who took my preparation as reason to turn back and find another hike to do that day.

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With the tires at 22 PSI, I settled in for the bumpy ride out to the east.

The road followed the bottom of the canyon, going almost straight east for a long stretch. The woods hemmed in closer around me as the canyon tightened it's grip on the road, which itself slowly climbed alongside a clear-cut strip of powerline. After a few miles, the road turned slightly north and started a steep climb to my ultimate lunch destination: Cooper Pass.

Cooper Pass straddles the state line between Idaho and Montana, and offers a more rugged experience dodging between the two states. I thought I was the only one really interested in this, as I saw not a single other vehicle on the climb up out of Wallace. The road briefly swung south, and I was met by many cars parked in a lot at the Glidden Lake Trailhead, along with a number of vehicles parked at a campground that occupies the south side of the pass. Despite being a little surprised, I found a spot with a great view on the Montana side, backed up, and made myself a sandwich while I enjoyed the bluebird sky and miles of rugged mountains surrounding me.

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It was a quiet interlude, with only the sounds of the wind in the trees. Dragonflies and bumblebees flitted around me, happily playing in the sunlit air. I sat on a rock outcropping and spent a few minutes watching the world sit utterly still.

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Unfortunately, I had places I wanted to go besides sitting here on the Idaho border. Someplace more desolate was calling to me.

I cleaned up and hopped back in the truck, diving down along the powerlines towards the valley floor and ultimately the highway connecting Thompson Falls, Montana to Murray, Idaho. The valley on this side was wider than the Idaho portion but equally empty. Nobody around except a few deer who shied away from the road as I passed.

A short while later I reached the end of the dirt and hopped out to refill the tires.

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Safely back at proper pressure, I took the highway east into Thompson Falls, where I made a quick stop for fuel before resuming my journey to the north. I followed Highway 200 along the Clark Fork River, watching the grip of civilization loosen even more the further I went. Small towns went by, relatively unnoticed. Mountains crowded either side of the low valley bottom. This part of the state was completely new to me, and felt different from other areas not that far away. This was far emptier and more desolate. Not as many vehicles, not as much development. It felt as though I had stepped back in time. A feeling that only intensified as I turned north on Highway 56, following the Bull River through the Cabinet Mountains.

This is an area I had scarcely even seen or heard mentioned by anyone, even more well-traveled Montanans. This valley is hemmed in on either side by 8,000-foot mountain peaks that dive low and steep into the valley, then rise just as steeply on the other side. The familiar lodgepole pine forests begin to give way to cedars and thick, heavy undergrowth. The road itself is a series of twisting bends barely beating back the overgrown woods, occasionally offering a view of the landscape beyond. I did manage to stop near Bull Lake, where apparently a small summer community resides, but I was unable to see any of it through the foliage, nor did I see another vehicle during my jaunt through this area.

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Eventually, as the afternoon heat set in and the mountains loosened their grip on the river, I came to the intersection at Highway 2 and turned north, rolling into Montana's lowest point: the town of Troy.

Bigger than I expected but easily recognizable as a typical small Montana town, I pulled into the parking lot that abutted the grocery store and the local Ace Hardware. I ran into both, grabbing a few things for dinner and a couple sockets that I realized I didn't have with me in my "just-in-case" toolkit. I also threw the chicken I had brought along into a bag with my street taco seasoning and some apple cider vinegar. I wasn't planning on eating this that night, but I figured over-marinating tacos isn't a thing.

With my plans solidified, I left my final stop before heading into the wilds of the Yaak.

I followed Highway 2 north until a sign heralded the start of the famed Yaak River Road. I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it was not just empty. It was utterly solitary. Not a single vehicle passed on the windy, ill-maintained, bumpy road lined by thick forest that was impenetrable to the eye. Wildlife seemed to understand the distance they were from humanity, as deer and elk both lumbered across or near the road as I drove by. It felt as though nature was doing it's level best to reclaim this encroachment, and it was winning.

Partway to the community of Yaak is the famed Yaak River Falls. This is not a thundering cascade, but more of an elongated series of steps in the river, hemmed in by heavy rock outcroppings that cause a number of small pools and calm eddies. I pulled off the road and had a look.

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Persuaded by the sweltering heat, I even dipped my feet in the water, happy to cool off in the shade and cool touch of the river.

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I watched the water go by for a while, thinking through the next steps of my trip. I looked at the map and decided to try and camp just outside the "town" of Yaak, in a spot I had noted on the map before leaving home. I also planned to have dinner at the famed Dirty Shame Saloon.

I headed back to the parking lot and spied this very cool truck from Washington. I tried hanging around to chat but the owner never appeared.

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The lengthening shadows told me it was time to find dinner, and perhaps more importantly, a place to camp. And boy, what a campsite I found.

To be continued...
 

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Tom,
The sign with prohibition to passenger cars reminds me of the time I was cruising the backroads of Southwest VA many many moons ago. Long before GPS. 6-pack in the back along with a buddy navigating, we were in my lowered, modified 78 Toyota Corolla Wagon outfitted with a JDM twin cam motor (see picture at left). I had a general idea where we were due to my many miles of cruising in the past, but for some reason we found ourselves on a gravel/dirt road and it slowly started to climb. The condition of the road deteriorated, but I never bottomed out or lost traction as we ended up climbing to the top of the mountain. Likely it would be called a hill in your part of the country, but nevertheless all vehicles we encountered were 4 wheel drive. After getting to the top we continued on until we finally daylighted to a paved road. As we approached the road, we saw the back of a large sign. We turned around to look at it and it said something to the effect of "Fire Road, appropriate vehicles only" :ROFLMAO:.
 

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Hi Tom,

Just caught up on the last 10 pages or so I have been behind!

Loving the new Cruiser, Loved reading the adventure and drive home.

As usual, I'm in awe that you live in one of the most beautiful places on earth!

Rudi.
 
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The lengthening shadows told me it was time to find dinner, and perhaps more importantly, a place to camp. And boy, what a campsite I found.

To be continued...

The masses are concerned we'll see the next book of Game of Thrones before we the rest of the epic story you're sharing....please say it ain't so lol

In reality, just checking to make sure you're out there doing all kinds of cool **** and we'll get to see pictures when it's convenient for you!
 
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