If you are headed to the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, be sure to take the short hike down to Red Rock Point for an up close view of the Lower Falls. It is moderately steep, but just over half a mile out and back.
You’ll be able to hear the roar of the falls all the way down the trail and then rewarded with one of the most grand views you can find anywhere.
There’s very few trail races that feel like this, maybe zero to be honest. Mt. Marathon and the people who run it are not normal in a good way. Tough, friendly, and down to earth. Anyways, I have loads of nice things to say about Alaskans but just watch the video. Link in bio. Till next year 👌 #alaska#ak#zerolimits@altrarunning#trailrunning
17473 hours ago
My first car was a 1969 International Scout 800A, and I was terrified of driving it.
The scout had a 304 V8 and a 3-speed manual transmission in it, making it pretty perky and great on the beach. But that’s not what made me nervous about it, I was scared of it breaking down. See, this was my first car, and I didn’t know anything about working on vehicles. My dad taught me how to complete my first oil change on the Scout. I was 16.
A few months into owning the scout, my dad and I decided to re-wire it. Eventually we got tired of chasing electrical gremlins. I remember learning how to wire the headlights and my dad explaining how positive and negative wires work. I don’t know how long it took us to finish wiring it, but I do remember getting shocked a lot, and most of the work being done not by me.
After almost a year of owning the scout I was sideswiped while sitting at a stop sign, the Scout wasn’t totaled out, but it needed major body work. While the Scout was in the shop, my parents and I decided I needed a more reliable car to take to college in the fall.
Once the scout was done, I sold it and purchased my second car, a 2007 Toyota FJ Cruiser. I owned this car for five years before selling it, and I taught myself everything from how to change the spark plugs, to how to install new gears in it. Yeah, some of the work wasn’t the best, but I was happy to be working on my car and proud that I could fix almost anything I needed to.
Now, while traveling, I carry more tools than clothes. I have more spare parts than dishes, and bring more extra fluids than beer. I’ve spent countless hours researching how to work on the F-250 and have downloaded the entire service manual onto my computer. The Scout taught me a precious lesson; I never want to not know how to work on my car again.
This is today's view from the trek up the Bridal Path.
We could not get past how amazing the Blue Sky looked today!
We had a few issues, Miss 9 was well unimpressed with today's outdoor activities but through the drama we both made it up the oil line to the top!