My trip report on the
"Shake Off The Dust" run with
Michigan Overland:
The trip was a much needed getaway, & from the vibes I got from most everyone
(my passenger included) I would say I was not alone. Even if the planned routes didn’t go as well as we imagined, it was still a win to get out there & give it a go. We ran into plenty of the usual things: trees down
(mostly passable though), unmapped private property, narrowed overgrown tracks, etc. The more we can work on establishing & improving reliable lower peninsula routes throughout the year, the more we'll be prepared to do the same upstate! Despite the turn arounds & backtracking we did run through some trail sections worth making note of. A few tree tunnels in a valley, and this mini ravine hill-hugging road with river access at the end:
Next time I need to do better on prioritizing my vehicle preparations & not miss the first day of a multi-day trip! I'm contemplating next trip to go up a day earlier to maybe recon the proposed routes, & report back issues or things to see. Depends on my schedule of course, but I’d imagine that 1-2 vehicles running recce can easily cover the same area in a day that 10+ vehicles enjoying the view would in 2-3 days. Being that we missed out on the first night meant that we had some catching up to do. We put the hammer down when we received word that the previous night's group was breaking morning camp & preparing to start Saturday's leg of the route. The trails were nothing short of a rally stage as I did my best to keep the tires away from trees... good warm up & fun way to start the morning. We linked up with the other 11 vehicles in the convoy well before our planned rendezvous point at a gas station further down the trail route. Not long after we pulled off on a power line track that crossed the ORV trail, just to regroup after a few times the group split up slightly due to various things. It was great to meet so many new faces, especially when there's enough to make it hard to remember!
I've noticed that communications seem to get more & more important as the group size increases, which I think puts more stress on the convoy leader than necessary. I need to crunch the numbers yet… but I wonder if it would be worth building a dozen / half-dozen kits of inexpensive Baofeng handhelds, magnetic roof antennas, stretch cords, & suction-cup mounts. Program them all the same
(for FRS, GMRS, & 2-meter), so they can just be handed out to anyone short on comms. They may only be 5-10 watts, but they blow away anything that’s comparably priced or as easily plug-n-play... as far as I know. After a few reroutes the decision was made to make a break for a campsite before the sun set on us as we scratched our heads staring at GPS tracks. Thankfully the clearing we chose is surrounded by a maze of trails, so we unloaded a handful of vehicles, picked a direction, & just started wandering
(after finding a friend that had become separated from the group earlier).
The Subaru did as well as I’d hoped on the trip, no problems or past issues rearing their ugly heads. I heard a clicking that I'd assumed was from a salvage-yard CV axle I was running up front, but later I learned it was actually a wheel bearing on it's way out. While it performed to my expectations, it did however shift around the priority of several things on the project’s to-do list. Raising it’s computer up from the floor
(and away from intruding water!), finishing the 2-meter radio install
(comms could've been so much better), further trimming the front wheel well, adding another exhaust resonator
(wasn't sure I should use both I had, but there's a rasp I need to be rid of), & building a skid-plate are up at the top now. Here we found a little hill climb along a sandy powerline track which was super sketchy on the other side, & later we found a real mess of meth-head garbage scattered out in the sand... yikes.
That night was just what I hoped for too. Good people, cooking over a campfire, drinks, tunes, & of course some great stories. When the morning broke, everyone gathered over coffee & cooking before deciding the plan to disperse in our different directions home. Some had already left early, so the smaller group of remaining vehicles wandered a few more trails before saying our goodbyes. A few of us split to pick up a handful of delicious meats from the local Dublin Jerky store, pretty much mandatory when in that area!
My passenger & I took the “scenic route” on the way home towards Grand Rapids, via the Lincoln Hills ORV trails which thankfully weren’t too crowded. We had a great hour or so of ripping thru the loamy sand that lined the twisty high-banked trails like it was a rally stage… or at least as much as you can while avoiding a full clip around blind corners & crests. Turned out it was lucky that a spontaneous decision to run trails slowed down our way south away from the group. Because we got a message just as we pulled off the trail to take a breather from barely clearing several mud trenches & putting the snorkel to work on a few sketchy water crossings.
The message was relaying a mayday from one of our group that ran into some similarly arduous crossings while running trails on his way back. Since we were by far the nearest at that point, we peeled off back up northward & received coordinates to his bogged location, which as we were getting more info seemed to be a flooded creek. We were already having some hilarious issues navigating since my passenger was completely new to doing so with little to no cell service. So unsurprisingly it wasn’t the easiest thing to track him down while both driving & guiding my codriver. The whole time imagining his vehicle shorting out electrics up to his dashboard in scummy creek water. When I was getting frustrated I tried to remember the Land Rover motto to just drive
“As slow as possible, as fast as necessary”. After longer than I’d like we did finally narrow down which branch of a mess of little 2-tracks
(that looked like a plant’s sprawling roots) he was caught in & find he was right up to his seats in water. He was so calm about it... he was all but camped out along the bank of the creek his vehicles exhaust was bubbling in. I think the relaxed demeanor took the edge off what I was hyping up in my mind. Because of course on the way there I was imagining the worst since neither of us had a winch or all that much torque on tap to extract a badly high centered vehicle.
I would’ve much preferred to pull him forward, since he was
so close to pulling up & out of the other side of the bank. His vehicle was
only a few feet from exiting, caught up along the center, with all 4 tires hanging freely in deep ruts. I’m sure I could’ve made the crossing with my Subaru's clearance, but there was no chance of me getting around him & across to his front without doing a bunch of unnecessary trail damage. So after a bit of swimming we had a recovery strap properly connected, just long enough for me to keep my car’s nose out of the water & on relatively stable ground. We quickly found the weakness of larger tires without regearing… I just did not have the power to static pull him back... a bit frustrating. While not ideal, we had to resort to slacking the strap & tugging with a decent reversing speed. A dozen or so pulls & it wasn’t looking good. I’m sure my transmission wasn’t happy either. My custom center diff switch was locking things together & the oversized fluid cooler I installed was doing it’s best to keep the torque converter from going nuclear. We didn’t want to give up though, so we just kept pulling & eventually it started to budge ever so slightly. An inch at a time we pulled it back off the rise that was holding up the center. Once his vehicle dropped off it enough to get traction we both throttled as hard as we could & out it came! A half hour of bailing out the water from his footwells & cleaning up as best we could & we were out of there!
The Rot Wagon was messy & we might not have covered as much ground as everyone hoped... but it was a damn good time for such a short outing!