I bought my first car in January 2011, a 2003 Subaru Forester. Perhaps being a forestry student makes this a bit laughable, but her name is all the more fitting.
Babe the Blue Ox
Being in Canada I thought this folklore beast was common knowledge. Not true and I am quite ashamed. Vancouver-ites google both Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, if you're still not impressed watch the old Disney movie.
Having never broken in a car before I did what what first came to my mind. Become familiar with the car's minute details, nothing better than spinning donuts in the state fair midway. Next spend two days driving 1,800 miles from St. Paul to Vancouver. After passing both tests with flying colors, it was time to get a little dirty and see what a Subaru is made of; 100 miles of semi-maintained forest service roads.
Being in Canada I thought this folklore beast was common knowledge. Not true and I am quite ashamed. Vancouver-ites google both Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, if you're still not impressed watch the old Disney movie.
Having never broken in a car before I did what what first came to my mind. Become familiar with the car's minute details, nothing better than spinning donuts in the state fair midway. Next spend two days driving 1,800 miles from St. Paul to Vancouver. After passing both tests with flying colors, it was time to get a little dirty and see what a Subaru is made of; 100 miles of semi-maintained forest service roads.
This trip started as most all my camping trips do, google/map the heck out of everywhere interesting until something surfaces. This search resulted in the West Harrison FSR, a logging road used extensively by 4x4 clubs with tons of other roads with access into the unforgiving southern coast mountains.
I will simply put it, we were warned by some loggers not to leave our belongings (car) unattended. Thus the backpacking trip turned into car camping.
The area has been heavily logged for over 100 years and during the gold rush days the lake was used to transport miners/product from the gold fields further north.
Harrison Lake fire tower, the views today are blocked by second growth forests but there was a time when someone was stationed up here all summer.
I will not even guess what happened here, but I bet he wasn't lucky enough to be forewarned about leaving his belongs unattended. Truck stripped, riddled with bullets and left abandoned.