Some of you may know that I now have a Jeep again. I'm sporting a 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee Overland edition. It's doubtful that it has ever been offroad before.
I wanted to see how it would do offroad, so I decided to take a visit out to Nash's Cabin and the Cranberry Bog Pumping Station. I also wanted to play around with my camera and see if I can figure out why every picture I take comes out overexposed.
Here's the Jeep at the pumping station.
Woah, I guess I need new tires.
I'd post pictures of where I was today, but pretty much they all turned out like crap.
I was hanging out at the pumping station, down by the Oswego, when a kayak trip came by. I guess that they didn't realize that sound travels, because I heard every word they said about me. I was wearing a brown striped shirt, and one person said that I looked like Freddy Kruger. Thanks, you vapid bitch.
Anyway, the way to Nash's was tighter than I remembered. I also forgot how wider this Jeep is compared to my old Wrangler. I put some nice scratches down the side:
I then decided to see the puddle at Calico. It was nearly empty, but what was there looked like it had some deep ruts. There is a new go-around that is high and dry, and I decided that I'd take that. I got down to Calico and then decided to press on down Calico-Warren Grove Road, because the go-arounds were pretty tight and hard to navigate with the barge that I'm driving.
Well, that was my mistake. I took Calico-Warren Grove Rd. all the way to the bombing range gate. I guess that road doesn't get used much because I scraped a lot along the way. I took a left at the gate, since I figured it would be the easiest way to get back to civilization. Well, that may be true, but I must have scraped down the trail over well over a mile.
Somehow, I ended up very close to Nash's Cabin -- like, I was more or less coming up on it from the opposite side. I was pretty lost, but fortunately I had my handheld GPS. (The navigation system in the Jeep is all but useless.) The handheld GPS told me where I was, and I was able to find my way out -- back down Nash's Cabin Road.
The net result? Probably over a thousand dollars worth of damage to the paint. The antenna got ripped off.
I got this Jeep with the intention of being able to go out and explore again, but damn if today was just not fun. I guess the worst thing is having a dark colored Jeep. The yellow of my old Rubicon hid the pinstripes well.
I wanted to see how it would do offroad, so I decided to take a visit out to Nash's Cabin and the Cranberry Bog Pumping Station. I also wanted to play around with my camera and see if I can figure out why every picture I take comes out overexposed.
Here's the Jeep at the pumping station.
Woah, I guess I need new tires.
I'd post pictures of where I was today, but pretty much they all turned out like crap.
I was hanging out at the pumping station, down by the Oswego, when a kayak trip came by. I guess that they didn't realize that sound travels, because I heard every word they said about me. I was wearing a brown striped shirt, and one person said that I looked like Freddy Kruger. Thanks, you vapid bitch.
Anyway, the way to Nash's was tighter than I remembered. I also forgot how wider this Jeep is compared to my old Wrangler. I put some nice scratches down the side:
I then decided to see the puddle at Calico. It was nearly empty, but what was there looked like it had some deep ruts. There is a new go-around that is high and dry, and I decided that I'd take that. I got down to Calico and then decided to press on down Calico-Warren Grove Road, because the go-arounds were pretty tight and hard to navigate with the barge that I'm driving.
Well, that was my mistake. I took Calico-Warren Grove Rd. all the way to the bombing range gate. I guess that road doesn't get used much because I scraped a lot along the way. I took a left at the gate, since I figured it would be the easiest way to get back to civilization. Well, that may be true, but I must have scraped down the trail over well over a mile.
Somehow, I ended up very close to Nash's Cabin -- like, I was more or less coming up on it from the opposite side. I was pretty lost, but fortunately I had my handheld GPS. (The navigation system in the Jeep is all but useless.) The handheld GPS told me where I was, and I was able to find my way out -- back down Nash's Cabin Road.
The net result? Probably over a thousand dollars worth of damage to the paint. The antenna got ripped off.
I got this Jeep with the intention of being able to go out and explore again, but damn if today was just not fun. I guess the worst thing is having a dark colored Jeep. The yellow of my old Rubicon hid the pinstripes well.