Day 7
Waking up early in the morning being baked alive was no fun, as we couldn’t find shade to set up under. We had picked another pretty great camp site though, right along another creek.
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After gathering our things, we packed up and headed back out. Today we had a lot of ground to cover, and I wanted to stop and see the Great Sand Dunes National Park, as well as Medano Pass. Might as well try and see as much as possible when you’re this far from home. Sleep is for the weak.
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We started off driving through the beautiful San Juans, once again, but then our elevation started dropping and we started entering more of a desert landscape. Things were starting to look more like New Mexico, or northern Texas. We passed through a few towns, and stopped at the one with the slowest fuel pump in the world…
Stopping for 30 minutes to get gas was not in the plan, but oh well. We were starting to get close to the National Park. We turned off of the main roads, and onto more of County Roads. They were incredibly straight roads, you could see for miles. I don’t remember what the speed limit was out here, or if they even had one posted, but everyone was driving nearly interstate speeds.
We’re clipping along following an Acura sedan when I see something moving over to the left of the road out of the corner of my eye, the Acura hits the brakes hard, as do I, and an elk (I think that’s what it was, could have been a moose too) comes dashing across the road. Both of us sat there for a second, stopped, almost in disbelief that this huge deer the size of a horse just ran across the road, and then proceeded to step over the fence on the other side like it was no big deal. I was not expecting to see an elk in this part of Colorado, but now I can check that off the list. At least we got to see some wildlife.
The Great Sand Dunes were now in sight, as we quickly approached the National Park.
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It’s interesting the way they just come out of nowhere, and they’ve got the mountains behind them in the background.
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We got to the toll booth, paid our $15, an off we went. We got to the trailhead, where the sign said “Deep sand ahead, lower tire pressure, 18-20psi recommended.” I didn’t want to go that low because I knew I would have to fill it up again right after we got off the trail. So I went down to 28 psi, with the thought, “I can always go lower.” And off we went.
We didn’t have any issues with 28 psi. So I kept it there. I tried to get stuck a couple times, but I couldn’t so I figured I was good. We stopped to talk pictures and a man walking the trail asked if I thought his Rav4 could make it… I said, “I don’t know. You might be OK, but you might be ripping underpanels off and scraping the bumper. There’s a lot of plastic car parts laying on the trail out here.” I think he chose not to bring it out here, which was definitely the right choice.
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We continued onwards, passing closer to the dunes. We passed a large group of Jeeps parked, and then came across a sign that said “Very Soft Sand Ahead, 15-18 psi Recommended.” I stayed stubborn with my 28 psi, and dove in. Things were going fine at first, but there was another car headed towards us, so I had to pull farther off to the right. This was some very very deep soft fine stuff. We started losing speed, and then we eventually weren’t moving at all… Hmmm. I guess I’ll let some more air out of the tires. I got out, and lowered the tires down to 20 psi, and dug out around the front of the tires a little bit. 4Lo, working the wheels back and forth I was able to get it moving just a little bit. Not much, but we were crawling along.
Then all of a sudden, this tool shows up in a brand-new GMC Sierra Quad Cab, soon to be brodozer. I’m slowly plowing through the super soft stuff, trying to get back towards the center of the trail where it’s not quite as bad when I hear him just gun it. I look up and he’s throwing sand everywhere, and revving the snot out of his V8 with dual exhaust. He starts getting sideways and heading towards me. He had no intentions of stopping, but I’m screaming in my truck for him to stop because he’s going to hit me. He grins at me as he goes past us sideways, he misses the driver door, the back door, the back fenders, and then I feel a thud as he hits the back of the truck and I hear this awful scraping noise. I jumped out mad, knowing he had just hit me after I told him to stop, but he was too stupid to listen or wait his turn. I walked to the back of the truck, fully expecting quarter panel damage and taillight damage at least, but thankfully this is all there was. Just a small scrape along my rear bumper. 4xInnovations – 1, moron in the GMC – 0. I looked back towards his truck to see if he was going to stop, because I know he felt it and heard it, but nope. He didn’t stop. If he had caused damage I would have found a way to make him stop. The group of Jeeps just past this deep sand, calling the rangers (there’s only one way out), or turning around and trying to catch up to him.
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Thankfully it didn’t have to get to that point, so I just got back in and kept working my way out of the deep stuff. We got out, and were back on the more solidly packed sand when a first gen Tacoma came the other way. The driver was some 50-year-old women smoking a cigarette who looked totally cracked out. She yelled some unintelligible words to us, but we didn’t stop. I was losing interest in this place quickly…
Things started to get better the farther we got from the national park, so that was good.
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