It’s two o’clock in the afternoon here in Santa Clarita, CA. I was heading to a local off-road recreation area that I had never been too. According to my PR friend, “I’d love it.” I wouldn’t say I was nervous, but I was definitely pensive about the truck I was heading out to drive, and what this off-road park entailed.
The trail we went through climbed around 2,000 feet in a manner of about two miles. It is absolutely crazy how steep these trails became in such a short amount of space. We’re not talking about normal hills, or even hills like the streets of San Francisco either. We’re talking about almost vertical mountains, with ruts, outcroppings, and enough loose gravel and dirt to loosen your bowels for the next three weeks. It was the kind of verticality that makes you feel that the truck or whatever you’re in is going to just tip backwards and slinky down the hill.