So what's your wildest offroading adventure?

phillika

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1057753

So there I was, in the middle of the Oceano beach stuck in the sand after only 5 minutes thinking "great...what now?". This was 6 years ago, I was living in southern California, and I had put my Jeep on steriods (i.e. a 4" lift, bigger tires, etc.) just days earlier and this was the first time taking it out on a real off roading test drive. This "test drive" happened to be at the Oceano Beach State Vehicle Recreational Area (SVRA) about 4 hours north of Los Angeles. After sulking in self-pity for a few moments, I realized...that...would you believe...I still had it in 2WD. So I put it in 4WD and off she goes, pulls out of the sand pit with the greatest of ease...and my confidence soars!!! Therein lies the problem.

I suddenly felt that I could take virtually anything. The Oceano SVRA was also home of Oceano Dunes...an area were the wind blows sand dunes as high as 15-20 feet and for miles you can see a seemingly enless landscape of dune after dune after dune as though you're on Mars or some other planet. So after getting my burst of confidence, I set my eyes on a nearby dune and charge eastward toward it. As I go up and over, I got a mildly strange feeling. But before I could feel too strange that feeling was interruped by a sudden boom as I was jolted forward toward the windsheild, luckily restrained by my seatbelt. Then my YJ suddenly stalled and cut off. I'm thinking "something really odd just happened...but what". Here I am in the middle of a seemingly non-earthly landscape and my Jeep is apparently very unhappy. Should I be? After clearing the mental cobwebs, I get out to inspect my Jeep, I realize that there is some damage to front wheel....no, the front wheel and axle...and shocks...and springs...and....

As I began to piece together what happened, I realized that I had just driven up the sanddune and flown off a ledge/hazard called a slipface at about 15-20 mph. My Jeep apparently became airborne as it simultaneously plummeted anywhere from 10 to 20 feet before hitting the ground. The scenery of endless sky above and endless sanddunes below had completely deadened my visual senses so I didn' t have a clue what has happening as it happened. I had to put it all together afterwards.

During the fall, the Jeep gradually turned from it's horizontal position when it was normally footed on all fours to a near vertical nose dive. Luckily for me and my Jeep, the impact occured just before the Jeep was completely vertical (thus avoiding a 100% fender impact) or even worse, an inverted (or upside-down) landing. The slightly off-vertical position caused the front right tire to take the brunt of the impact. Because the Jeep was nearly vertical on impact, the right side of the axle was driven up (or backwards) into the rest of the suspension. The spring was twisted up quite literally like a pretzel, the shock was shaped like a "V" since the axle was pushed up (or backwards) at least a foot. Of course everything else connected to those components were damaged in some way. Amazingly, I was uninjured with the exception of a seat belt burn which appeared the next day and while damaged, my jeep was actually still driveable....at least enough to get it to a shop under it's own power.

As I later learned, there are several accidental deaths at Oceano Dunes SVRA each year due to that very hazard. But most of those unlucky souls were in ATV's and end up landing upside down or something like it. It took more than 2 months and over $5500 to put my YJ back together again. I was completely honest and my insurance company actually paid for it!!! ...but that's another story. Over the next few years, my YJ and I became very accustomed to the body shop but that was my wildest and wierdest experience.

Ken[addsig]
 

1057756

i would venture to guess that my FIRST offroading experience was my most wild... it was quite a time for a newbie... featuring mudpits, open fields, climbs, descents, and creek crossings all in one shot! :-) i had the time of my life, grinning from ear to ear the whole rest of the day (halloween)... and my jeep was COVERED head to toe in caked on mud... it was fun! and then when i went trick-or-treating (no age restrictions on that! leave me alone...:-)) i noticed a cop rolling around the neighborhood just checking everything out, he actually stopped by my jeep just gawking at it. he even wrote down my licence plate number, i'm assuming that was in case anything came up reported for turfing lawns or something they could ID me as a suspect or something...[addsig]
 
1057757

damn... that is a pretty good story, i dont have any stories like that.... i guess that is kinda good.... i see that your cj is on ebay again [addsig]
 

1057780

Sometime about the period TUG mentioned, and probably for the same reasons, he ain´t talking. I went swamping outside of Jacksonville FL. in the middle of the night, for hours, most of the time hip deep in water, really amazed, that I hadn´t flooded the motor or found a really deep hole. After awhile, totally lost, with no sense of direction, common sense set in and I headed for a street lamp way off in the distance. Came to a small hill, which are few and far between, in most of Florida, gassed it to the top, went airborn landed hard, gassed it again and went in up to my axles. Got out, to asses the situation and bumped into a little flag, kind of a penant that said 9. Hours later, still trying to dig out with my hands and empties, the greens keeper found me. From the noises he made, I´m sure glad he wasn´t armed. Made the papers the next evening, and about two dozen relatives, that I´d neglected to visit or even call, while I was in town, came down to bail me out. Never did get my Jeep back, the Police (mostly my relatives) told me it was lost and I could file a claim, that might be reviewed sometime in the next century. And told me, the walk back to South Carolina, would do me good and give me time to contemplate my transgressions. Lesson learned, polioticians play golf, the police work for the politicians, four wheeling on the golf course will get you in a world of chit.[addsig]
 
1057786

Man I woulda fought for my jeep! Even if it meant knocking the greenskeeper on his noggin! Then I would have kept digging haha![addsig]
 

1057792

Wasn´t as bad as it sounded, my cousin ended up with my Jeep and I ended up with his Corvette (64 rag top). Seems he had like, four score speeding tickets and I rarley got a ticket for speeding and he was Mr. clean (didn´t like dirt). Somebodies bright idea, of it serves you right.
I´d just got invited, to leave town in South Carolina, for taking a short cut, through a pig farm and emptying the local Win Dixie with the smell of my Jeep. :-D When I went down to Jacksonville for a visit.
Some darn people just got no sense of humor. :-P But heck they´re not heartless.

Gotta say one more thing, Corvettes don´t dirt road worth a darn. That thing cost me a small fortune in exhaust pieces. Ended up smelling just like my Jeep, I kept right on visiting, a sweet little honey, who´s father owned a pig farm and who´s brothers kept threatening me with death, unless I stopped bothering there sister. The front seat gymnastics, I´d perfected in my Jeep, worked just fine in the Vette, the transistion didn´t slow me down much.

I was fresh back from Viet Nam and had some fun to catch up on.

Come on TUG don´t whimp out. :-P

edited by: MudderChuck, Mar 03, 2003 - 01:11 PM[addsig]
 
1057949

Well this isn't really an offroading adventure....actually me and a couple friends were out hunting coyotes. It was about 12pm and we were using spotlights (illegal). Anyway we decided to drive out into this field and just lay down and call em out. We get out there and my 2wd pickup gets stuck up the axles.

Did I mention its winter and there was snow covering the ground hiding the mud that I got stuck in. Well anyway we try for about an hour to get the truck out...rocking, jacking it up and putting boards under the tires, flattening the tires, digging, but it was no use.

Anyway we are about 20miles out of town wayyy out in the country. The other boys want to walk back to town but I could see a light post down the road a ways. I wanted us to walk to that light but they didnt want to. They insisted on walking back to town. So we start walking, and we walked and walked and walked and walked...it was really cold too (probably about 20F).

Well finally we reach a highway at about 5AM. All of us are tired and worn out from the walk. The road was very very hilly...just up and down the whole way...felt like walking in the desert. We would say, "There has got to be a house just over this hill" but there wasn't. At the highway we desparately flagged every car (not many at that hour) until finally a very nice trucker picked us up and took us into town.

I discovered the funniest thing the next day while heading back out there in my uncles 3/4ton 4wd Dodge diesel truck to pull mine out. We had walked about 12miles from where we got stuck to the highway. Less than one mile away in the other direction (where I saw the light) was a farmers house with 2 4wd pickups parked in front of it, as well as 3 or so very large tractors parked in the barn in the back. I later found from another friend that the people there are very nice and would have gladly pulled me out. They had pulled him out when he had gotten stuck in the area before.

Thats when you just hit your head and "DOHHHHHHHH!"

BTW Tug told me one of his off road adventures....I gotta admit it was pretty crazy! Although he never said anything about getting laid in it hehe.[addsig]
 

1057950

April 1st 1978 to cool for the word (in my own mind), Running with the best bunch of guys you would ever want to meet. I was 18 soon to be 19 and the gang all had 4x4's. and or dirt bikes and we was family!

My best buddie at the time had a wacked out piece mill CJ5 home made lift that broke a lot with a buick V6 if I remember right. I was rideing with him on this trip due to my own break down problems. This thing was a death trap but when it worked it did so very well.

About ten or so Jeeps, Trucks and one VW bug decided it was nice enough for our 1st Camp Out of spring. Decided to go up the Big Rock Ridge as we named it. This is a rock face on a mountian just above the Nolichucky River here in my area. Where they had placed an large high voltage tower electrical line. The lines span from mountain top to mountain top. Sang like a opra star when the wind did blow.

None of us ever heard of anyone going up there much less haveing been there ourselves. Thus we go in convoy style looking for the road to get to the road to the spot we were set to go to. You can always find a way.

Loaded for bear we had not 1 but 2 Kegs, a half gal. of good no tax local corn licker, and other items the 70's are so famous for that we aint supost to have.. We find what might be the road but there is a chain and locks to keep us out! It looks more like an over grown hikers trail but we felt we must keep true to ourselves and find away.

So we cut a link of the chain and let ourselves in, and with the luck of intoxicated youth we have found the correct trail. We drive a nail in the post and rehook the chain in a good manner that looks like it has never been touched. Away we go. PeeWee and I are leading the way in the death trap cj5.

PeeWee was and is a wild eyed southern boy who drives and lives like a wild man thus the many broken parts mentioned earlyer. The trail is not to bad and we travel up and onward till we get about half way up and it becomes a washed out rut filled crazy straight up jumble of grit your teeth bad road. We pulled some up, got pulled by others but we all make it to the top.

We get to the power line and set up camp consisting of unloading the kegs and gathering firewood before it gets dark. Party is in full swing and all is rigth in the world. Tug is a happy camper. I was a wild happy freak of nature. Free spirit!

Andy says hey tug let us go see what is up around the tower and away we do go. Some of the guys and girls are getting the food started and with a fruit jar in hand we reach a look out that would blow your mind. We sit quite and watch the sun set slowly it was oh so intence. We are passing the fruit jar to and fro and funny looking cigeretts Andy and tug are smileing big. Kids dont attempt this at home it is not the 70's any more.

So still and quiet we hear garble garble keeeeek keeeek, Andy you hear something?Yea what did you hear listen up shhhhhhh! Garble Garble Keeeeek kkkkeeeeeeek. that aint right what is that ? Garble yea we are ge Garble Keeeeek Keeeek. Andy you reckon it is the law coing up here! Naw couldn't be and if it was why anit they on the road! Agree give me a snort on that jar.

Min's later We hear Are you there yet and do you still see the smoke Keeek Keeek. Sounds like they are crawling right straight up the rock face of this ol cliff. Lordy Tug lets tell everybody here comes the law. Runinnig over rocks and bolders is tough when you been drinkin shine and stuff mostly stuff. we get to the camp and the bond fire is rolling and every body is a partying and we say the cops are coming get the stuff hid quick!

You Butt holes are not getting us we know it is April Fools day, yea right whats up with that stuff... Well Andy and I start to work as best as we can a hidden stuff off in the weeds and bushes all around. Then we all see 2 large fire fighters out of breath and mad at the world bleeding and a wondering how in the world ten 4X4s and a VW with about 25 simi intoxicated young men and women were on the mountain side.

They ask how did you get here! Well we drove up here! On what and we let them know about the trail. What trail? So after they cought their breath and they settled down we gave em beer and food and offered them a ride back down, They said we had such a fire that people miles away were calling in that the mountain was burning down.

Never thought about the fact that if we could see the world the world could see us. PeeWee offered again to ride em down the hill and they said ok. Got on there little radios and said they were on the way down and all was well.

PeeWee got this real crazy look in his eyes and said Tug your going with me! We got in and he grined and he said real low to me he said buckle up bro. the two firefighters axs ands all climb in the back of the jeep. There was no back seat and they stood and held tight to the roll bars.

PeeWee droped the clutch and we was off with a jerk. Down the hill we went and son all mighty we only hit the highest points of the trail. PeeWee was letting her roll way to fast for me and the guys in the back were all hollering and cussing and hanging on but they was a smileing through it all. We got em down with out anyone getting hurt. They thanked us and said we should let em know if we ever planned something this crazy again, Cause they wanted to go with us. We said we would but they were to old for us to party with.

Had to sign a form when we got to the bottom for the fire saying we would pay for a mountain if we burned it down. We both signed it and said not to worrie we were real carefull folks and would keep the fire just big enough to stay warm and have light. They looked at us like yea right! Youen's is wild.

Next day when we come down hung over and wanting to die we run into the same two guys at a country store a few miles away. Setting there and they are telling the story to some friends around the drink box. Laughing and all cuting up. When we saw each other we hear em saying thanks for the ride guys we will never forget that trip. The old timers setting around with em said stuff like we seen your fire. How did you all get up there. It was a proud moment. I just ain't got the guts to do that now and my wife wont let me anyway.

;-) Tug

Sorry it was so long. but you ask for me to put on here. [addsig]
 
1058054

I'd have to say it was the time in December when Nate and I went to Paragon. Mud and rocks are one thing, but sheet ice is another lol.
We had a great time creeping up the hill, and an even better time sliding back down !!!


Rob :-P 8-) :-) [addsig]
 
1058061

LOL tug. That sounds like my dad's stories of North Carolina, when he was a kid in the 40's and 50's. He had some great stories but with out waky tobacky. Mostly it was that stuff you got when you put a gallon jug on a stump, in the woods, and a dollar bill under it. Then you left and came back several hours later and the jug was full and the dollar gone. He said drinking that stuff made you fell like
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I haven't had anything too exciting happen. OH WAIT!!!!! One day we were screwing around in some hills and stuff. We were going out to an area to do some shooting. We had a couple trucks and blazers. We were in the back of the line and had one guy in the bed of the truck. We were screwing around and flying down these roads. Hitting bumps and bouncing all over the place. Well, we get to where we're going and start to unpack. The guns and booze come out and we start loading up (the guns and booze). So we're shooting for a little bit and someone realizes that we're short one person. OH CRUD! So I jump in the truck and head down the road. There he is, limping along. He climbs in the truck and we head back to the spot. He gets out and grabs a beer and doesn't say a word. He pounds it and grabs a second and takes a good pull on it. He then hits me in the arm. Turns out, that we hit a bump so hard that we launched him out the back of the truck!!!!! He claims to have gotten about 10 feet of air. We were pretty proud of ourselves for launching him that high!!! Needless to say, I did not let him have a gun that day[addsig]
 

1058076

My wildest offroading adventure was on superbowl sunday 1998.We were headed for my dads work in my dads 96 GMC Yukon and my uncle came along.Well we were just cruisen along and my uncle says lets take a short-cut.So he tells my dad to pull of the road into a row of like 5 farm feilds and says,hope this thing has 4wheel drive,so we shift into 4wheel and get rolling on the road next to the farm fields.Not keeping in mind that it poured the day before.So there we were 1/4 of the way threw and it starts to get really muddy and mucky,so my dad accelerates from like 20 to 40.The speedo said we were doin about 40 and we were really only going about 20 :lol:.My dad starts swearing at his brother and just says whyd you tell me to go this way.So then we finnally make it out by the skin of our teeth.We get on the freeway and drive to my dads work.When we got there we inspected the truck.The truck also had a supercharger which since we put so much strain on the motor blew the motor :-O .And the truck was red but now had a new paintjob 8-) .Nothin like a brown Yukon. Later :wink: Sully [addsig]
 
1058144

Good stories everyone! Good anecdote there too, Tug...although I kinda expected something like Marylin Chambers meets Mad Max...still a quality outing.[addsig]
 
1058157

You don't tell all the storys. Remeber I did mention
25 simi intoxicated young men and women
There is no need to dig up all the bones! That week end we rolled a Toyota Landcruiser with a chevy v8, Removed all the wheels of Mikes F250 4x4 and set down on the tires laid flat hubs in the wheels, I got shot at with a black powder pistol, we saw a mountain lion, Jenny fell off of a water fall, Wormy got busted in someone else tent by his wife and wound up in a divorce, and there are parts to this story that will never be told. hehehe tug :-D [addsig]
 

1058164

I think my funniest and wildest was the time when a friend of mine who has a 88 4runner was trying this rediculously hard hill climb. He didn't really know what he's doing but we didn't stop him or anything haha. He just went bumping up this hill and kept rolling back and goin again. finally he got frustrated and got out of the rut that ran along the length of the hill. He went like taht for about 10 feet and then something happened and the next th ing you know hes sideways on the hill and starting to tip. I was the only other person on the trail since it was like 2 in the morning. He was trying to get me to strap us together and me pull him up from the top of the hill. "Ain't gonna happen" I said. The slightest movement would have sent him cartwheeling and My jeep wouldn't be too far behind. ends up some drunk redneck in a chevy comes around and pulls him up. guess what the first thing my toyota driving friend said when he was pulled to the top of the hill......."I owned that hill" :lol: [addsig]
 
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