Murky water-filled pot hole pits made me cover my eyes and hope that the Durango's off-roading capabilities were up to par...
This was all happening today in an attempt to find the Holy Jim Trail at Trabuco County where the Santa Ana Moutains reside.
The GPS took us to the beginning of a bumpy wet road and we thought we must have missed the sign for the trail. So, we found the General Store and purchased a pass for $5 to go and investigate right where we had been. The girl asked Jeff what kind of a car he drove, and when he told her, she said, "oh, you'll be fine." Ya, right!
There were many trucks and SUV's bolting along the rocky, pitty roadways; while we crawled along...with the boys asking us to go faster and mommy trying to calm her breathing; rolling her windows down for air and up in case wet mud splatter reached that high...
Anyways, the long and short of it is, we made it a few miles down the road and back without a scratch or a popped tire... just Lucas and I looking a little green. We stopped at a spot to roam around and Jeff sized up the mountainside to see how far up he thought he could go. The boys followed and then Lucas came back down and we walked the dog around. It took a while for our tummies to settle... an adventure we won't forget... but is certainly on the-been there done that list... Following that we stopped off at a lovely private village setting...it was so beautiful from the road we just had to take a closer look... the area we are in has endless opportunities for experiencing majestic sights.
We continue to wing what we are doing from day to day... but rest assured, tomorrow will be on much smoother terrain!
