it was lightly raining when we left the yard at 9am and by the time we hit the sea to sky hwy (an hour latter) it was pouring. visibility was poor and the wipers were not up to the task. the problem was compounded by the 60yr old glass that has more wrinkles than my body work(only about 3 inches of the 10 inch blade makes contact with the glass).

unfazed by the conditions i put my foot to the floor and used the chatter bumps to keep her in the lane. (there's nothing like driving by braille

hit the gravel and locked the hubs. after an hour on main forest service roads. i got to the turn off (i had scoped the weekend before in my 510) to find a excavator blocking the way. we found a fun way, through tank-traps that were so steep the running boards lost paint and the bumpers plowed. after some crazy off camber, over log action we reached a swollen creek. i slowly approached the ford and dipped the front end in. i chickened out right before the front hub was completely submerged in the white raging torrent. the only other way across was a dilapidated bridge with a fresh max load sign saying 3000Kg . with 500lb of leeway i crossed the bridge and made it hear :

we checked out a bunch of trails then headed for the top of the mountain,


and that's were the story ends, just like the batteries in my camera. "if you don't have pictures it didn't happen!"
