Canadian River


A brief, but fulfilling, outing

My family is in town visiting this week, so we ventured to our local off-road playground today so they could, hopefully, understand a little better what this “Jeep thing” is all about. We’d barely launched into the sand along the Canadian River, when we came upon an early ’90s Dodge Ram, complete with low-profile tires on large-diameter wheels, buried in the sand. 

I hopped out and offered my tow strap, then pulled them out and went on our way. On the return trip, we came upon the same truck again stuck in the sand. After a quick pull, I encouraged the driver to feather his throttle and avoid the deep sand. Then, we went on our way. 

We didn’t stay long, but it’s always nice to feel like you’ve made even a minor difference to brighten someone’s day. I guess my folks got to see what Jeeping is all about, after all. 

Water, mud and fire mark weekend of wheeling

Smokey and I hit the trails at the Canadian River on Saturday after riding in the annual Tri-State Fair parade in Amarillo. It was a brief trip, as one of the Jeeps in the group was suffering repeated starter issues. But, it wasn’t entirely without incident, as one of the rigs got buried in the river, and another caught fire after I left! (Thankfully, it was a small blaze, and both occupants were unharmed.)

I recorded a little video, but work has prevented me from scrubbing through it for clips to share. So, watch for more soon.

NOTE: Thanks to Jessica for the photos of Smokey at Big Red!

I’m finally making some time to sort through and edit the footage I shot Independence Day, including this little clip of “Jeremy Wheels” and Kristen crawling around Can Opener, just south of the Canadian River.

I’d not planned to do any wheeling this week, but when an unexpected invite for a night run came my way, I took advantage of it. So, while my wife and daughter did some clothes shopping, Tommy and I took to the hills along the Canadian River.

Tommy enjoyed hitting the trails as the sun crept closer to the horizon, but his fears got the best of him after sundown. (For the record, he did an admirable job of trying to hid them.) So, we parted ways with the group only an hour or so after sunset, but, it was a good time out as father and son!