You could feel each bump in the trail, rocks that despite our lowered tire pressure shot upward in to the torsion bar and rattled each screw that had slowly worked itself loose over the years. Our GPS marked the trail, showing with flowing lines the elevation, and we knew the hill would be rising in front of us shortly.
 
But it was the washout that took us by surprise. Narrow grooves that climbed in front of us begging to be tackled. He grabbed the BLACK WALNUT 4X4 SELECTOR, throwing it forward as the transfer case clunked in to the lower setting. We were going to make it to the top.