Well, the 2009 Clayton trip is in the books. But, the stories remain to be told. So here it is through my eyes. Justin & Jessica, Brian & Casey, Bo and Cara, Coral and I arrived arrived in Clayton @ 11:30, unloaded and headed for the trails. We ran Jeff's ledges, eight point and upper Black sheep blvd. Carnage for day one was limited to one broken axle shaft on Bo's xj on Black sheep blvd.
Jeremy, Mayo, Scott and son Jackson came late Friday nite for Sat morning wheelin'. Brent and passengers (sorry, I told you I'd forget their names) met us Saturday morning. We started w/ five of us on wet and wild. When the other two guys got there we dove into Jeff's ledges. Which claimed the first carnage of the day, Bo's broken long arm on the passenger side. Five of us went on while Bo and Brian went to the truck to weld it up. Green mamba was uneventful.(breakagewise that is) We stopped for lunch and Brent headed to town for grub. He called shortly and said the idler pulley was out. A quick tow and he was back to the truck. After that the group of six hooked back up mid way on green mamba. Mayo tacoed his steering and Bo went to the truck for the spare. While we were doing that Jeremy and Justin went on a quick run, Justin came back shortly and said Jeremy was broke and hung up. So off we went. We found Jeremy in the entrance to black sheep blvd. One broken u joint, one creamed leaf spring and one ruined tire, and in a baaaad spot. After some rock stacking and winching he was down but done for the day as was Mayo with the stock steering now on his rig.
The rest of us went up Green mamba extension and got thoroughly worked over. Every one had to winch, Bo blazed a new trail and Brian ran out of gas. We found the bounty trail but we only ran the first half. (well, more like walked) After that we took a few pics and went to camp for chili.
Sun. morning had us back on the trail, wanting to be headed out of town by noon. We wandered to the top of the mountain and decided to look at some of the hard core stuff on the back side. The sign said the trail was a three to the left and four to the right. We went right. Long story short we nosed off into a rocky creek bed with some pretty big rocks. We kept on going and the rocks kept getting bigger and bigger. At this ponit we were committed, way to far up to turn around now! So down we went, come to find out it was the best trail we ran all w/e. When we got to the bottom to read the sign we found out we had just came down Slim's slope, which reminds you at every rock why it carries an extreme rating.