I'll get my photos up later, justtaking a break, still have to get unloaded and run the trailr over to storage.
Terry in the Rubi from Charlotte on the 36's brought his daughter Savannah, who spent time with our girls, and we headed off across 1 this am to see the falls over towards Tellico Plains.
We stopped at the fish camp as my high lift mount had broken somewhere at the top bolt and was floppin around about to fall over,
(Ben did the cables at guardrail catch it that bad to snap my steel mount on the Fab Fours bumper?) ,
when someone saw that Terry's TJ was pouring our gear oil, we though from the tranny. he turned around, and we back tracked him to Murphy but never saw him on the way out, but he is home now, and all is well. He thinks it's the transfer case.
Carnage. Always some carnage. I hate that part. >
More later, we're all wiped.