Jeepin’ to Crystal Mountain
On Monday morning several Crazy Horse residents (myself included) in three Jeeps and one Razor spend a half day in the desert. Our destination was “Crystal Mountain” — actually a spot along a power line mountain road where quartz crystals litter the hills.
We left at about 8:30 am and returned at 2:30 pm. It was one of the dustiest, bone-jarring rides of my life — I loved it. Anxious moments — getting too close to a tree and hitting a rock wall while navigating a narrow wash. I only hit the rock at about 5 mph, but it stopped the Jeep cold. Only damage was a scratched bumper.
Almost everyone in our group had years of experience driving in the desert, so I relied on them for navigating. There are no roads out there and GPS is pretty useless. Since our Jeeps (and the Razor) can kick up a lot of dust, it’s easy to lose track of the vehicle you’re following . . . and likewise easy to get lost out there.
One guy waited for me at a fork in the trail and signaled me when I took the wrong trail. Whew. If it wasn’t for him, I might still be out there driving around. Thanks Steve.