It seemed like a good idea at the time. Instead of flying from the Four Wheeler Midwest Bureau to Grand Junction and then driving to Moab for this year's Easter Jeep Safari I would fly to Las Vegas and then hop in with Holman as he rolled through Vegas towing the Willys with our long-term F-350. Of course it didn't go as planned.
Our timing was perfect, but the Colonel Mustard Willys project on our Carson trailer was too tall for the passenger pick-up area so Holman had to back about 200 yards out of the concourse. Of course ignorant, rude, obnoxious cabbies felt the need to honk and yell. They don't know Holman. He thrives on that. Once he got out I took a shuttle to the long-term parking area where he had docked the rig.
It started to rain north of Cedar City, Utah, and it turned to snow shortly after we turned east on Highway 70 toward Moab. By the time we got to the San Rafael Swell it was snowing big time. We came around a bend to come face-to-face with 6 cars stuffed into the inside and outside ditches and people were pulled over to help. Too bad they didn't get all the way off the highway. One of the crashed cars was a minivan that had overturned in the median smashing out all the windows. As we drove by, we could see young children dangling from the second row seatbelts while their parent talked in front of the van. We're still trying to figure that one out. Fortunately Holman slalomed our rig through the carnage and we continued on our way.
It was extremely slow going almost all the way to Green River where we made a fuel stop in the middle of a dust storm. We got into Moab late, just in time to catch dinner with the guys from Hummer.
But hey, even though it was a crappy day today in Moab with cold and snow, it's still Moab and still the Easter Jeep Safari. Holman and our Publisher Steve von Seggern took Colonel Mustard over Hell's Revenge and after I made a Krappy Kam video recounting our adventure from Vegas to Moab I hung out on Moab Rim this afternoon shooting whoever happened by for Reader's Rigs Magazine.
The fun continues tomorrow. If you're not here we wish you were.