2024 has definitely been a year. With adjusting to the new apartment and budget, along with getting the 4runner back on the road, have either adjusted or missed some of my usual summer trips. This years Outlaws Run continued that theme. Originally had it planned to explore Nevada, but schedules, budget and life seemed to push the trip in a different direction. As October neared, we finally had a set of dates that worked for most, and a route that would turn out fantastic.

After loading up the 4runner on a Wednesday morning ( October Second to be exact- my 6 year Open Heart Anniversary), I headed West, happy to be driving the 4runner. Other then traffic on Floyd Hill, made good time and soon found myself looking at my beloved Henry Mountains- not only are they the last mountain range to be discovered and placed on a map of the U.S in 1871 by Major Powell, they are also home to the last free roaming Buffalo heard. As I Climbed higher into the range, my smile grew, thinking about all the fun, past adventures. Crossing Bull Creek Pass ( 10,485ft), I dropped into Camp. Friends were already well into the campfire, so I joined along.

Thursday we enjoyed the views of Capital Reef from camp that morning, then headed out. A top off of fuel in Hanksville and still further South. After the Hite Bridge crossing, we turned off on dirt. Passing the Sundance Trailhead we continued down a great 4wd road providing us with some great views of Dark Canyon. The road ended at a great lookout of the Henry Mountains and the Little Rockies. Remote camps, friends, good food, beer and a late night campfire.

Friday we set off on a quick hike to check out the views of the Colorado River and Cataract Canyon, a few thousand feet below. Then it was back on the dirt. Once back at the trailhead for the Sundance Trail, we took several roads to get east, providing some of the best drives I’ve had in a long time. Cruising through the desert with friends in remote country. Later that evening, we into another great camp below Bears Ears. With the fire going and dinner cooking, Tim sang a few songs before we another campfire.

Saturday would bring us to some new country. Ages ago, I came across an article about a place called Peavine Canyon, deep in the Dark Canyon Wilderness. Once we dropped down into the depths of Peavine, we found a lush canyon, even in a dry October. At the end of the road, Travis Corbet and I strapped on the pack and hiked the last 1.5 remaining miles to Al Scorups Cabin- “A Cattleman of the Canyons”. The reason for me wanting to do this road. The drive back out was just as wonderful. After, we headed East to Bluff, gassed up and re joined the gang in Moab. After fording a low Delores River we crawled along to camp (the dust was nothing short of amazing). Tim cooked one last big dinner before another late night around the fire.

Sunday, I woke up with the stars, quietly left camped and headed for Downtown. A needed trip with some great company. The nights around the campfire were nothing short of wonderful.

Stuck in Floyd Hill construction traffic as I start my way West.

The Henry Mountains in the distance. A good sight to see, and camp not to far off.

Starting to make the climb in the Henrys. Looking back on the San Rafael Swell.

Felt good to be driving the 4runner out in the desert again:)!

Climbing higher into the Henry’s. Still some golden color left.

Wickiup Pass. 9,200FT.

Some fine vistas looking down as the evening sets in over the desert.

Bull Creek Pass (10,485 FT).

Some fond memories as I look towards Mt. Ellen.

Evening sets in over Capital Reef.

Evening views from Nasty Flats.

Still one of my favorite camps:).

Still some golden Aspens around camp.

Took a stroll to one of my favorite perches. Some excellent views of Capital Reef.

Making our way back over Bull Creek Pass.

Crossing over the Colorado River bridge.

Most of the gang.

Some nicely built 60’s.

The Little Rockies in the distance as we make our way to the next camp.

Corbet found what looked to be a fun track just past the trailhead for the Sundance Trail. The wheeling kicked off right away.

Wheeling on the edge of Dark Canyon.

Of course had to stop for a few pics.

Further along the trail.

Orange Cliffs in the distance.

Little Rockies.

Henry’s.

Good pals:).

A fine camp at the end of the road.

Mormon Tea.

Martin and I took a short morning stroll. This old Juniper caught my eye.

The Colorado River and the Little Rockies in the distance.

The Honeybadger. This was his first Outlaws Run.

Took a short hike to over look the Colorado.

Some fine views of Cataract Canyon, far, far below.

The Hanksville Kingpins.

Group poser shot.

Martin.

A dusty road to camp below Bears Ears. The drive earlier in the afternoon was a most fantastic one.

A fine camp below Bears Ears.

Tim playin some tunes for us as we cooked dinner.

Always seem to eat better camping then I do at home.

Some happy Outlaws.

Some fine evenings around the fire. Well into the night.

The next morning we came upon a cattle drive. One of the cattle men told us just to Slowly drive through.

Peavine.

Group shot minus Martin.

Down in the depths of Peavine.

Corbet ended up making this section of road a bit easier for the rest of the group, moving one large rock with his rear bumper.

Tim’s turn.

Further in, the canyon started to open up.

Then it opened up with some fantastic scenery.

Even spotted a nice arch.

At the end of the road, Corbet Travis and I decided to continue on for the short hike to the cabin (1.5 miles one way)

Came across a nice spring.

The road soon faded and we found ourselves in the willows.

First signs of the old cabin.

Looked to be a stable, as the main cabin was a little bit further in the woods.

Al Scorrups cabin. In really good shape.

Spotted some bear tracks on the way back to the rigs.

Paintbrush still happy.

The drive out was just as wonderful.

Climbing back out of Peavine.

After Peavine, we headed East towards Blanding, topped off then made our way North through Moab. Crossed the Delores ( Low flowing) then found camp in a see of dust. Later Tim would grill up some good meets on the grill, then one last great night around the fire.

The next morning I was up early enjoying the stars and quite while packing. On the road by 5am I was watching the sunrise as I passed by Parachute, CO.

And back to the downtown life:).

Back at the storage unit, I noticed one of the 10mm bolts missing from the battery hold down. Another winter project to the list.