West
Virginia Trail Report
July
2-5 2009
Written by: Mike Ratos
CNC attendees; Carl "Bad Luck" Barclay and Denise,
Steve "What was that noise?"Fischer, John "Iron Chef" Herr, Randal "One Try"
Holmes and Megan, Mike "The Ambassador" Rayos, Scott "it's about the push, not
the pull" and Blair Roberts, Craig "The Stomach" Scibetta, and Jeff and
Shannon "Winner, winner, chicken dinner" White + Logan and Sylar.
Thursday July 2
The group decided to meet at the Flying J travel center at exit 150 on
I-40 agreeing to leave at 10 am. I arrived late of course due to yet another
doggie emergency but we left in orderly fashion. Carl and Denise had left the
triangle area at 8am to arrive early and stake out the campground area for us.
Thanks a bunch Carl! No issues as far as driving goes, we took turns taking
the lead and all was fine until we got to the entrance ramp to Highway 52
North. I had warned over the CB that the ramp was a short quick right turn and
those trailering need to watch it(pretty much everybody but me was trailering).
Jeff made it interesting but cutting it extremely close and slamming on the
brakes. I really thought you had missed the exit Jeff!
Stopped for a lunch break in Fancy Gap, VA at "The Country Convenience
Store" where we absolutely overwhelmed the lunch counter folks with the size
of our order. But to their credit, excellent burgers, fires and onion rings. I
had forgotten how much food Craig Scibetta could put away and would be
continuously amazed the rest of the weekend.
Made it to the new Walmart Supercenter in Fayetteville Wva, around 3:30
pm or so to stock up on weekend essentials. Remember what I said about Craig's
hunger pains, I think Walmart was happy and the checkout girl even dissed John
Herr and Steve Fischer. The weather was fairly cool which made the drive
pleasant and setting up camp a breeze without having to break a sweat. Carl
had marked out a good level area for us with room to set up the various
canopies, tents and trailer setups. I got made fun of course for my single
person Eureka"I found it!" Solitaire backpacking tent. At eight feet long and
2.8 feet wide it got called everything from a body bag to a condom to comments
about my having "tent envy". Well, when you are traveling in an old CJ5 every
little bit of space counts! It was also at camp that Carl displayed his
"pockets with shorts" ensemble. If you can imagine these shorts were shorter
than 80's era tennis shorts! He got cracked on good for his fashion sense.
John showed me how to make a Hobo Pie pizza, and a Hobo Pie Smore, they were
both delicious! Did you know there is a "fart app" for your I-phone? The
things you learn in camp! Slept like a rock BTW in anticipation for the next
day's wheeling.
Friday July 3
Check in and trail sign up was handled at the Mountaineer Off Road pop-up
trailer. This is a deluxe offroad popup with a rack for supplies and an ATV.
Sleeping room for 6 with a bathroom and outdoor shower this trailer is as
sweet as Craig's but with room for 35's! We decided to stay together as a
group for the first day and then split up for the second day as the bigger
jeeps/bronco would play on some harder stuff. I signed us up for Little Sister
followed by some creek playing. Drove the 15 miles or so from camp to
trailhead and pulled into the staging area. As Scott would comment, "This is a
cluster!" About 75 vehicles, tow rigs and trailers, plus various ATV's were
there waiting to stagger their starts. When we rode up the trail we had no
drama at first and the temps and weather were beautiful. Made it through the
first creek crossing and gully then up the first rocky hillclimb with me
following Carl Barclay and Craig following me. I gave it a good go and near
the top of the climb was just too much for my rear locked CJ5 shod with 31's.
Too slick and too rocky I called for Carl to pull my cable. It was so slick I
couldn't get out of the jeep without it sliding backward. I had to stand on
the brakes! Carl hooked me, handed me the controller and nothing... Replug the
controller, shake it a few times, make sure the winch clutch is engaged and
nothing... Crap!!!! Really crap!!!! At the bottom of the hill there is a flat
spot that has just enough room to park and let other rigs go by. This is the
same climb that in '05 that I broke my rear driveshaft on my YJ and banged my
way backwards down the hill. I pull into the spot and Craig comes over to help
me. We check all the connections, battery, use my test light to check the
circuits, even plug in his controller, and again nothing. I had brought spare
solenoids as those have crapped out on me before and we were ready to try
those when Craig noticed a loose wire dangling. It turned out to be the ground
wire for the remote box! Yes it was really that simple. For those of you that
are winch equipped, check your grounds!!! It worked in my garage before I left
but all that driving must shook loose the screw grounding that wire. Up the
hill we go again almost past the winch spot where Craig says "Mike you gotta
back down again, there are four buggies coming at us". Crap!!! Back down the
hill again, we let the tube buggies fix their flat and pass us. To kill time I
talk with Tom Knopp from C.O.R.E. and I mention how his CJ5(stretched to 100",
caged, locked, linked, on 38's, named Tarantula) is what mine wants to be. He
says that he misses the days when his CJ5 was like mine(stock on 31's with a
rear locker, named CJ Sita). And yes Steve I can strike up a conversation with
just about anybody! After the buggies pass we proceeded up the hill with me
having to winch from that exact same spot. I told Craig there is at least one
more rough spot I am sure we'll have to winch my junk over so he should not
get too far ahead. We got to that particular hill and I gave a real aggressive
try but to no avail. He suggests towstrapping me and away we went. We
completed the rest of that nasty climb with me at the end of his strap doing
my best to both not run over the strap nor let it get to full extension. An
exciting ride up the hill indeed! We went down the mountain on the logging
road trying to radio the rest of our group who were long gone. We finally
caught up with them eating lunch at the entrance to Bowl Creek(my favorite
creek) and I decided to have Craig prerun the creek for us. It was a blast not
counting the very steep re-entry, kind of made you feel like the back end of
your jeep wanted to pass the front end. We then had the rest the group play in
the creek as well, led by our trail guide David, who insisted we go by his
screen name, "Hillbilly". To be honest, I think we all had a hard time with
that one. I went through the creek with no problem, had to adjust the line a
couple of times because of my tire size and had some water come through my
floorboards but other than that pretty smooth wheeling, until I exited the
creek that is. We were all out Bowl Creek and standing around talking when my
CJ sputtered and died. Tried to start up again, got it going, then it died
again. Hmmmm... Check the distributor to see if got wet, nope it was dry as a
bone. Early Bronco Greg checks my #1 spark plug wire to see if I have spark,
seems okay, starts up when I keep gas pedal all the way to the floor, then it
dies again. Greg grabs a hammer to tap on the side of the carb and it starts
and runs, and idles fine. Seems that my float was sticking to the bowl of the
carb, and all that crawling wasn't helping. I'm going to have to watch that
the rest of the day. We move on to another creek where I elect to ride with
Craig instead of driving because of my carb. The creek is deep, steep and a
lot of fun! Everything is going well until Carl "Bad Luck" Barclay starts to
climb a ledge, gets three tires up on it and then a big SNAP! His right rear
tire was little undercut and snaps the axle good and loud. We got it on video
because I was holding Craig's camera. We tow him out of the creek and got him
situated on the access road safely with Craig's jeep strapped to his Bronco
for safety. I backed up Craig's jeep to let Scott put on the strap to Carl's
Bronco. However I didn't realize that Scott had doubled up the strap, I
thought it was at the full 20 ft. length and almost pulled the Bronco off of
the jack! If it wasn't for John and Scott yelling a bad situation could have
turned out worse. Carl of course is carrying everything else in his CEB but an
axleshaft so I run down the road to find Early Bronco Greg who's with the
other group while repeating in my head,"'77 big bearing short side shaft, '77
big bearing short side shaft". Of course when I find Greg I say "77 bearing
big side short shaft" and he says "No, but I have a 'big bearing short side
and long side shaft for a '77. Will that work?" I grab the short side and a hi
lift handle to pry with and run back to our group. If you ever want to combine
a workout with 4 wheeling carry those items while running! While Carl is
whanging away at his axle with no luck, Steve in the Red Hot buggy is coming
up the creek. Long story short his front sprung over axle has so much uptravel
that his hydraulic ram is hitting his harmonic balancer, shredding the
serpentine belt. He has to get winched out of the creek and we leave the trail
system together to find an Advance Auto Parts in Summersville. I led the way
out of the winding access road stopping often to let Steve and John
investigate what noises were coming from the engine. We would stop, put the
hood up and cut off the shredded pieces of the belt since they were hitting
the alternator, or pulleys, then start off again slowly. Finally, we made it
back to the trailer so I could air up and off to the Advance store. My carb was
glugging again but at least I know what the problem was. I called my buddy
Don(former CNC member and the guy who installed my carb) and he walked me
through some MC2100 carb diagnosis. The bowl is clean and all the springs are
there, all the vacuum hoses are hooked up, and John points out how much play
the float has. It moved like 2mm left and right, enough for the float to rub
against the bowl. Luckily Steve was carrying a hardware kit with bolts, nut,
washers and the like. He found a washer small enough to use a spacer on my
float that kept it from rubbing the bowl. It worked like a champ the rest of
the weekend! Thanks again John and Steve. We celebrated that small victory by
eating blizzards at the local Dairy Queen. Back to camp for the dinner of
ribs, pork BBQ, slaw, etc. and also to help Carl remove the broken axleshaft.
Thanks to Jeff White who came all the way back to camp to get his tow rig and
trailer and all the way back to the trailhead to get Carl. Carl was having
thoughts of upgrading to 31 spline axles, 4.56's and a Detroit. Watched a
great firework display and played some pump, pump, pass, which is a
marshmallow pump gun drinking game while listening to the Mountaineer Offroad
guys play guitar, bass and banjo around their campfire(I kid you not, those
guys are good!).
Saturday July 4
Up early to eat the provided breakfast of biscuits, gravy, bacon, eggs,
and coffee. Delicious! I sign our group up for the Cracker trail, followed by
the Waterfall trail and creeks. I sign me up for the Spider Ridge trail which
is an easy 2 out of 5. Weather could not have been any better with 70 degrees
and sunny. There was no one that wanted to ride Spider Ridge(at least at
first) so I killed time at the camp by playing soccer with some of the MOR
kids and chatting with Emily, Andy and Steve(also from MOR). Finally I left
camp around 10:30 am and drove down to the town of Gauley Bridge to check out
the Bridal Falls park. The water level was a little low but the falls were
still spectacular. Then I drove up to Anstead near the unincorporated town of
Chimney Falls to check out a country store that was closed the last time I was
here. Check out the pics to see those sites! I picked a very cool coal miner
sculpted out of Wva coal and then I drove down the mountain to the trailhead,
arriving there around lunchtime. I happened to catch up with the group I rode
with last year(mostly from Ohio) as they were coming off the Little Sister
trail and getting on Left Fork creek. Perfect timing! My carb is working great
and we get through the creek with a little drama and tire spinning and some
great line picking. That was fun! Sure enough as we exit our trail guide Derek
says we are going to Spider Ridge to finish out the day. I love this trail as
it is really scenic, pretty easy with some challenging muddy spots thrown in
for good measure followed by a great mountain top view overlooking the New
River and Peters Creek. Near the top our guide stopped suddenly and radioed
that there was a ratlesnake blocking the trail. Needless to say he was not
happy! When the snake finally moved to the side we decided to drive by him
really fast. He only tried to strike the first jeep, I guess he figured that
were weren't worth it?! After some pics we went down the mountain back to the
access road alongside the creeks and I caught up with a local group that was
going to play on the Waterfall trail. Adam(guitarist for the Johnny Staacks
bluegrass band) in the red '53 Willys CJ3B talked me into following him. It
didn't take much talking into for me to go with him. In this group were about
6 TJ's all sporting 35's, then me and Adam on old CJ's with 31's. Needless to
say I was nervous, especially as it was around 4:30 pm and I didn't want to
hold everybody up. Up the bypass and back down into the creek I am proud to
say my CJ5 did well! We had to stack rocks in one spot and had to winch around
the sharp left uphill exit around the tree(thanks Craig for the ground wire
tip) and off the trail to some cheers and some well dones! Adam, the wheeling
veteran of the group also had to winch around the tree as well but had no
problems. Leaving the trail system around 6 pm or so, airing up it started to
rain. Lightly at first then an absolute deluge. This would haunt us until the
next day, heavy rain and some thunder as well. Just like last year. At the
raffle our group won some stuff, like John winning some ratchet straps, Scott
winning a Jegs hat and Randal and I winning some money, $20 total. No major
stuff though. Back at the tent Scott suggests to move my tent under the canopy
which proved to be a good move as the rain didn't let up at all and I'm sure I
would have been wet! Everybody was pretty tired especially after John Herr's
dinner of BBQ and beans and John fell asleep sitting upright in his camp chair
so we decided to call it an early night. The rare black bear can really cook!
After a much needed shower I caught up with my old friend Eric Ruggles who is
an engineer with Chrysler Jeep. We talked about favorite jeeps, rides, drivetrains
and such and he revealed to me that there will be a new engine to replace the
3.7L in the JK's. It will be a 3.6L, 280 hp, and maybe 300 ft.lbs of torque,
and better gas mileage then the 3.7L. It will make it debut in the new Grand
Cherokee and then probably in the JK for 2011(unless Chrysler goes bankrupt).
You may have heard it here first!
Sunday July 5
Woke up to more you guessed it, rain. Broke down my little camp and was
ready to go by 8am. I helped everybody else break down their stuff and was on
the road by 9:05 am. No problems or carnage to report other than a broken
antenna cable. Sweet trip, I hope to attend next year!