Good times, Good times
That time of the year again for the semiannual San Rafael Geocaching event.
We don’t have our own travel trailer yet so we usually just rent one from outdoor rec on base. The units are typically only a few years old and in great shape and the price is very reasonable.
The only problem with that is we still needed to find a way to transport the quads down. Deb isn’t thrilled about pulling a trailer with quads so I had to come up with another way.
I talked a friend from work who was going down to the event and he was willing to pull my trailer and quads down. Great idea… . Brandon came buy about 10:30 a.m. that Friday morning to pick up the trailer/quads.
I left about and hour later with truck and travel trailer. We stopped at Ray’s in Green River and met up with the Robinson’s for a tasty boyga. We were there about an hour. It’s about a 45 minute drive from Rays to the campsite. Upon arriving at the campsite I fully expected to see Brandon there with my trailer full of quads, but he wasn’t. No biggie I thought, I’ll just set up camp. . So…. as the story goes, Brandon decided to rely on his trusty Magellan gps to get him to the camp site and it routed him down a rough county road off I-70. About 2 miles in he got a flat tire on his truck. He dropped my trailer so he could unload his quad that was in the back of his truck and head towards camp. About 45 mins later Brandon comes rolling up on his atv… I’m told the look on my face was priceless. After sorting out the logistics we all jumped in my truck and headed back to where Brandon’s truck was… a mere 8 miles from camp. We got back just after sunset and settled in for the evenings festivities, after all this is a San Rafael geocaching event!
We had such a great time during the 3 days we here that I forgot about Brandon’s troubles on the way down until I got a phone call on the way home. This call came from Mr. Robinson in Spanish Fork Canyon. You see.. Brandon and the Robinson’s left about 30 minutes before I did, cell phone service in the canyon is spotty at best but Terry was able to leave a voice-mail. I listened to the voice-mail and all Terry says is…. ” Hi Michael… in about 10 miles you are going to have to make a decision, and he hung up. I thinking wtf, an accident? after-all it is Spanish Fork Canyon, a accident prone 2 lane black top highway… Again, not too worried about what I’m about to encounter, I motor on. Sure enough about 12 miles later I see a truck/trailer combo on the shoulder flagging me down, so pull over. huh… it’s The Robinson’s and in front of them is Brandon and my trailer/quads. What could it be this time? Of course, another flat. Good God I’m thinking…. I just want to get home as does everyone else. The decision is made to have Brandon jump in my Truck as well as throw his mutilated tire(S) into the back of my truck and head to Spanish Fork. Keep in mind this is a Sunday evening around 6pm. Luckily We found a Wal-Mart open and they were willing to help us out. I dropped my travel trailer in the Wal_Mart parking lot because I know I have to make the trek back up the canyon to get Brandon on his way. Everything wen pretty smooth from that point on.
All in all we had a great time with family and friends and can’t wait to do it again.
