We had a good crowd today for Cleghorn. Non-Flipper Scott made record time and showed up extra early, followed by Glen and Wendy (I’m hoping I get all the names right), then Flipper Scott and Gina showed up, and then we got Pat (sans Pat), TomH (sans the grandmother-to-be Geri), and Tom and Kim Morey.

Whenever people hear “Cleghorn” and “Flipper” it’s like hearing skidding and then waiting with baited breath for the crash. In the ongoing battle of Scott vs. Cleghorn, Scott’s CJ sputtered up a little bit of a fight and then had enough. Today we learned that carburetors and steep hills don’t mix. Point a CJ up too steep of a hill and it starves for fuel. Point a CJ toward the freeway, however, and it’s good to go. Bye, Scott. Thanks for coordinating the run. Next time, though, please don’t leave Mr. Morey in charge. Tom Hunt was always kind enough to warn me when a trail was about to get ugly. As soon as Tom M. said “It’s okay, so far,” I knew it was best to avoid that leg of the trail. Pat took the bait and did well until one of the last turns when his Tacoma slid sideways a bit and settled into the groove with a side-lifting two-wheel finish before crawling down the rest of the hill.

I enjoyed the day out. It’s been a long time since I hit the trail. Most sections of Cleghorn make for a fun climb and descent for me. Pat and I headed home after the trail while the other survivors headed off for a picnic lunch. A good time was had by most. Scott needs to bring his YJ next time. I hope to see Glen’s and Pat’s pictures soon.