The blue and gold band around the building tip one off to what lies within. Yep, my favorite beverage (Corona) is started here in the malt stage, somewhere in Idaho. No signage is visible, out of consideration for the local populace.
Sand wheeling can be fun and dangerous at the same time. These dunes are monster big, and this photo is of one of the small ones. The FJ Cruiser did fine once we let the air out from 45 to 15 psi.
There are big rocks in the north as well, and squeezing a squished Chevy through the notches is a tight fit. He did make it through.
It wouldn't be a "Rick Trip" or mini DED if we didn't find Jeeps along the way. These three fine examples were at a log-splitting establishment, and might be brought back home after the UA.
If we're lucky, the UA will hit snowdrifts and winter wheeling. We did on the prerun, and remembered why we shouldn't be by ourselves on the trail.
Ten years ago we stopped at a cool army surplus store in Idaho Falls on a Sunday, and they were closed. This time we cruised every aisle and came out smiling. Try www.armysurpluswarehouse.com and be amazed, very amazed.
We stopped here in Montana because, well, why wouldn't we? Guy Amburgey had a slew of old Dodges he was working on, but this school bus was our favorite.
Our trip back to California wouldn't be complete without us rescuing Grandma and four toddlers from a rolled-over Ford. They all came out through the sliding window and were fine, since everyone was belted in.