I remember the days before it was called 'overlanding.' I guess that means I'm old.
The single best trip was with my dad and a group of his friends deep into the Bob Marshal Wilderness in Montana. We were going elk hunting, and we drove his truck until there was no more road and the truck and trailer wouldn't fit between any more trees. At that point, we grabbed our gear and hiked along a mountain stream until about dinner time, and we set up camp for two weeks.
It's something I've wanted to do with the Bronco. Not sure if I ever will - just too darn busy.
The single best trip was with my dad and a group of his friends deep into the Bob Marshal Wilderness in Montana. We were going elk hunting, and we drove his truck until there was no more road and the truck and trailer wouldn't fit between any more trees. At that point, we grabbed our gear and hiked along a mountain stream until about dinner time, and we set up camp for two weeks.
It's something I've wanted to do with the Bronco. Not sure if I ever will - just too darn busy.
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