Can anybody help me out with a weld job on mounting my winch on my yota? My number is 360-894-8758...thanks!!!

... and we had Fun, Fun, Fun 'til Lisa took the music awaaaaaayyyyyyy.

Sure, there was racing, roll-overs, raucous behavior and roiling clouds of dust, but in the end it boiled down to good friends, good food and good music.

Day three was the Naches Trail and Skipper's turn to be skipper. Josie and I had business at Whistlin Jacks that morning so we left ahead of the flight planning to meet back up with them at the entrance to the Rabbit Holes.

Enroute, we saw a rag-horn bull and a cow elk in Lost Meadow, and then had to stop for a herd of about eight cows and calfs in the road. Unfortunately, they were gone before the participants got there.

Friday was the KnuckleHead's day to take a flight to Shoestring/Kaner and I was pulling duty as trail leader. Skies were gray and a bit coolish. Again, we got out of the staging area right on time and headed up Highway 410 to Milk Creek where we aired-down before starting up the hill.

The KnuckleHeads had taken care to select an appropriately difficult, but scenic series of trails in the Rimrock area, including two trips to the area to insure we had a safe way down from the ridge. So we felt pretty confident starting out with a dozen strange rigs and possibly stranger drivers, leaving the staging area at Jim Sprick Park at 6:30.

Melody and I left Friday afternoon with 3 very excited grandkids. Jeep in tow with the kids Jeep, quad, and bicycle piled on top. It was pouring down rain from Kent to White Pass. We determined that if this is what we woke up to we'd back home by noon on Saturday. Cresting the summit of White pass and with Rimrock Lake in site we were ready for a double dose of Valium, Prozac, or at least some adult beverages. Did I mention the kids were excited. When we left home they were just getting started.