ditto to what JB800 posted HellRzr!!
Could tell many stories..but one funny one comes to mind about how I finished one particular trail. I had dug/shoveled the washout on 113 just before the rock bridge for 2 straight Saturdays. FINALLY got the path wide enough for a Rhino to get through and across. So across I go.
Only problem....daylight was fading...and nobody had ever been across the rock bridge. Hmmm.
I got across. But was is now a well worn path after you get across..was then ruff...I mean...RUFFFFFF. I had to winch 3 times...cut 5-6 trees..and by the time I go to the top...it was "dark:thirty".
Hmmm. NOOOOOOOOO
way was I going
BACK down and across that bridge by myself in the dark. I hadn't started building T112 yet..so that wasn't an option out. So short of hunkering down with the coyottes...snakes..skeeters...and other things that go bump in the night (did I mention
snakes)...I knew I HAD to find an old logging road and hack my way out somehow.
Thank goodness for HID lights on the Rhino..luck...Ontario machette...and of course Stihl...as if there hadn't been a trail...I was going to make like a D-5 dozer that particular night and build one up the side up the mountain to get back "home".
