The sharp rocks on Pearl Pass were taking their toll. With the slippery surface of the trail, the
vehicles were sliding sideways and hitting the sidewall on the sharp
points. Our sidewalls were taking more
abuse than they could handle.
A little farther down the road, the Bronco slid off one rock
and high centered on another. CJ winched
me off the rock but it had already taken out another of my tires. The count was three. Mother Nature was not letting up on the rain
so everything was soaking wet and slippery.
The point where the Bronco was sitting was so steep, just holding it in
place was tricky. It was still a few
hundred feet to a level area. It would
be nearly impossible to get back up once we went down, but at the bottom of the
steep rocky incline was a grassy spot between some pines. My only hope was to get to the bottom before
the tire went completely flat. With a mighty
“Hi ho Silver!” I charged down the mountain.
The tire didn’t make it. It went
completely flat and came off the rim.
We were at about 11,000 feet with three trucks and four flat
tires. The Bronco made it to the grassy
area running on the rim but that would be the end of its travels on that
day. It had to be left behind. We took three of its wheels and crowded into
the Jeep and the Nissan pickup. Talk
about cozy.
We continued down the trail for another two hours before we
saw pavement. There were no tires big enough for a Bronco in
Crested Butte so we went to Gunnison. No
tires to fit a Bronco there either.
At about 7pm, (a long time since breakfast) we ate at a
Pizza Hut. There was only one thing to
do. CJ headed home to Colorado
Springs. My kids and I went to Grand
Junction with Nissan Leader.
Tuesday, September 3, we bought five tires. (One for the Nissan and four for the
Bronco.) After Nissan Leader handled a
few service calls, we headed for Crested Butte.
We arrived late afternoon and found CJ waiting for us to tackle Pearl
Pass from the bottom up.
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