That photo of grandpa with the frying pan is a photo of a man in his glory - happy to be alive and happy to be standing next to his truck and a river. Bless him
Don't waste these gems on the Prius crowd. They wouldn't understand how anyone could be so happy without sidewalks. You were lucky to come home to such a beautiful place between sojourns to those hellholes.They're undoubtedly beautiful in their own way, but the aesthetic is different. Loved these, Switter. Thank you. You're right, Jeeps are good for the soul.
It certainly is, Switter. That's why we're living in fly-over country. More's the pity for those who languish in cities.
Meanwhile, you inspired me to check out a story of my own Jeep experience, first posted May 10, 2023. Reading it, I discovered it was incomplete. Left out the most important part of the story. DUH! That was just a couple of months after I started my Substack page and I was still trying to find my footing. If you're interested and want to have a good chortle about my pathetic Jeep career, here it is: https://suecauhape.substack.com/p/one-with-the-jeep
Compared to your stories, it is pretty abyssmal. But it's about a passage and a triumph. I take my triumphs where I can get them.
I forgot to mention, or maybe I did mention on your post that your Jeep story was spot on. You get it! And I was touched by how you regained your abilities as you challenged yourself to mount up and go afield in your Jeep quest.
Jack London ain’t got nuthin’ on you! May your Jeep never become a Prius. Thank you, Switter’s World for this terrific set of beautifully told stories.
Definitely they would NOT. Your jeep stories are true TREASURES! You make me miss the unbelievable BEAUTY of Idaho! As mentioned in a comment below, "Jack London ain't got nuthin' on you!" Well said all around!!! One more thing, I too have been to Silver City in Idaho. What a memorable place!
😁I was just with your brother, one of my favorite people in the world and he was driving a white Jeep. He used to have a black Jeep, but I think you know what happened to it!
But thank you for your kind words. I guess I just have these stories that I need to get out and if people enjoy, then I plan o keep writing them. I’m cranking them out so I have material to weave together into a memoir, which has the working title of Whack Job! Get it?
No. Not at all. More like an ahhh moment. Unfortunately I’m not as proficient with my words unlike yourself so that doesn’t quite explain what I’m trying to say!
Jeep family here, too Switter!! Wagoneers as a child and then bought the CJ6 in Colorado with almost-Prius tires so I could explore properly with my Golden Retriever sitting shotgun. Bikini only.
My brother has 3 and does the Jamboree.
Keep driving 45 and watching those eagles.
Life is different out there. This morning you REALLY made me miss it. Well done.
Thanks, Janice. This time around, my Aussie mini Dougie Sue will be riding shotgun. We drove it to Moab one year, and only one year, from Boise. We passed a car during the 400 mile trip @53 mph. It’s definitely a rock crawler, not a grand tourer.
The funny thing is that you often make me nostalgic for those little Chesapeake boatyards and life in Maryland.
A few years ago, I was driving with the top and doors off, my foot on the rock bar, happy, down the interstate during Boise rush hour traffic and a guy in a minivan pulled up alongside me, rolled down the window, and yelled that he would give anything to do what I was doing.
Most of my Jeeping experience is in Colorado. For awhile I was running a hot Cherokee with my friends and we’d hit all the usual hits spots near Telluride, Ouray, Silverton, Gold Hill, etc. nothing too technical—those guys could get wild. I preferred touring longer distances and camping much like you describe with your Dad.
That photo of grandpa with the frying pan is a photo of a man in his glory - happy to be alive and happy to be standing next to his truck and a river. Bless him
That’s what I think, too.
Don't waste these gems on the Prius crowd. They wouldn't understand how anyone could be so happy without sidewalks. You were lucky to come home to such a beautiful place between sojourns to those hellholes.They're undoubtedly beautiful in their own way, but the aesthetic is different. Loved these, Switter. Thank you. You're right, Jeeps are good for the soul.
I knew you would understand. Life’s different out here, isn’t it.
It certainly is, Switter. That's why we're living in fly-over country. More's the pity for those who languish in cities.
Meanwhile, you inspired me to check out a story of my own Jeep experience, first posted May 10, 2023. Reading it, I discovered it was incomplete. Left out the most important part of the story. DUH! That was just a couple of months after I started my Substack page and I was still trying to find my footing. If you're interested and want to have a good chortle about my pathetic Jeep career, here it is: https://suecauhape.substack.com/p/one-with-the-jeep
Compared to your stories, it is pretty abyssmal. But it's about a passage and a triumph. I take my triumphs where I can get them.
I forgot to mention, or maybe I did mention on your post that your Jeep story was spot on. You get it! And I was touched by how you regained your abilities as you challenged yourself to mount up and go afield in your Jeep quest.
Thank you, Switter. It is a special thrill. What's more, Jeeps aren't restrained to off-road driving. We can go ANYWHERE!!!
Just like a rental car!
LOLOLOLOL
Jack London ain’t got nuthin’ on you! May your Jeep never become a Prius. Thank you, Switter’s World for this terrific set of beautifully told stories.
That’s a gift! Thank you.
May the empeethree live on.
May your sidekicks never be jeepsick again.
May your ride-or-die people look for you in the elk field
May the stories continue to be told.
They shall.
p.s. I’m working on the last stories of the Dog’s Body adventure. Stay tuned.
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Thank you, neighbors!
🐿️🙏👏❤️
Empeethree! 😀
There’s so much here but empeethree is my biggest takeaway.
Empeethrees don’t work in proper jeeps. Too much wind noise. Too much not needing to be entertained. Just enough being in the moment.
Love your writing and stories thanks a lot from the desert bufus
Definitely they would NOT. Your jeep stories are true TREASURES! You make me miss the unbelievable BEAUTY of Idaho! As mentioned in a comment below, "Jack London ain't got nuthin' on you!" Well said all around!!! One more thing, I too have been to Silver City in Idaho. What a memorable place!
😁I was just with your brother, one of my favorite people in the world and he was driving a white Jeep. He used to have a black Jeep, but I think you know what happened to it!
But thank you for your kind words. I guess I just have these stories that I need to get out and if people enjoy, then I plan o keep writing them. I’m cranking them out so I have material to weave together into a memoir, which has the working title of Whack Job! Get it?
Your writing takes my breath away. In a pretty good way. Please continue. Ty.
So I’m like literary asthma?
Bwahahaha
I’ll take it that means yes.
No. Not at all. More like an ahhh moment. Unfortunately I’m not as proficient with my words unlike yourself so that doesn’t quite explain what I’m trying to say!
An intake of breath!
I’m literary asthma, in other words. 🤪
Ummm. No. It’s very difficult to take a breath when one has asthma!
Jeep family here, too Switter!! Wagoneers as a child and then bought the CJ6 in Colorado with almost-Prius tires so I could explore properly with my Golden Retriever sitting shotgun. Bikini only.
My brother has 3 and does the Jamboree.
Keep driving 45 and watching those eagles.
Life is different out there. This morning you REALLY made me miss it. Well done.
Thanks, Janice. This time around, my Aussie mini Dougie Sue will be riding shotgun. We drove it to Moab one year, and only one year, from Boise. We passed a car during the 400 mile trip @53 mph. It’s definitely a rock crawler, not a grand tourer.
The funny thing is that you often make me nostalgic for those little Chesapeake boatyards and life in Maryland.
A few years ago, I was driving with the top and doors off, my foot on the rock bar, happy, down the interstate during Boise rush hour traffic and a guy in a minivan pulled up alongside me, rolled down the window, and yelled that he would give anything to do what I was doing.
So I yelled back, “What’s stopping you?”
Love it. Thanks for sharing. Lots of us have Jeep stories. Mine was a ‘71 Landcruiser. No doors no top. Wish I still that beast. 🙏
‘87 Wranglerish, back when Rambler owned the Jeep brand. Since you’re a jeep guy, here are the numbers:
4.3 Chevy TBI
T-350 with Chevy transfer case.
6” lift, 35” x 12.5”× 15” (it’s as big as I can go without my wife needing help to fix a flat.)
Dana 44s with Detroit lockers and 456 final drives
Hand built front suspension with over top 1.5” aluminum tie rod and tracbar.
6 bolt ½ ton lug nut pattern.
12,000# Warn winch
Rocker panel armor
Three leaf springs for maximum flex, all wheels remain on the ground if it’s on 3’ ramps on opposite corners. Wheels in the air do not traction make.
Probably other stuff I forgot. I keep a list of make, model and year for when I need pars.
Most of my Jeeping experience is in Colorado. For awhile I was running a hot Cherokee with my friends and we’d hit all the usual hits spots near Telluride, Ouray, Silverton, Gold Hill, etc. nothing too technical—those guys could get wild. I preferred touring longer distances and camping much like you describe with your Dad.
That’s special. When you’re in—you’re all in!
So powerfully written. Thank you for sharing this. Just …at a loss of words
Those are words of wonder to a writer. Thank you so much.