Mike and I have been out here a bunch. Its the back end of long route that starts with Box Canyon in Florence. Mountainous, lovely. And we had wonderful weather.
This is the roughest route and roads we've taken the trailer on, so pardon the million pictures of our rig killing it on the "primitive roads". We traversed up and down mountains with a specific destination in mind: a flat and former mine site.
About noon, we pulled into a wide spot to make sandwiches in the sun. I'm thrilled with how convenient our trailer is. Pop the back open and BAM! lunch. Open a side door, and BAM! a seat. Mike mounted our Fox Wing onto the custom roof rack he welded. Instant shade.
After lunch, we hit the trail again, towards our destination. We let Pete lead the way. Its odd to see our old trailer being pulled behind someone else's vehicle.
This area is just beautiful. Mountains and valleys and views forever.
Eight miles can take a lot longer off road when towing rigs, but we landed in our camp spot for the rest of the weekend. I marveled at the continued convenience of our Krawler: aside from staking down the Fox Wing awning and setting up our seating area, we can park and immediately camp. Its great.
Our camp mates constructed a small city: roof top tent for the kids, Fox Wing awning, ground tent for the parents. We camp in style.
After the staking was done, Mandy and I made steak and green beans for dinner. I hastily ate, set up my tripod and snapped some sunset shots.