Prologue
					After the 
					first
  pre-run, I began a waiting game.  I was a half-dozen slots out of
  contention for being a Trail Guide.  On the eve of this pre-run, I had
  matriculated into a slot as trail guide, and the person next down on the list
  had moved into position as well.  I packed light with only changes of
  clothes for the days I would be out, my electronics and new digital camera.
					I had decided that I'd had 
  enough of shooting film for these types of activities.  Also, shooting 
  for eBay had gotten tedious since my dual-purpose Video/Digital still camera 
  was malfunctioning.  So with one night to go, I did what conventional 
  wisdom tells you not to do - I bought a new camera with no time to learn its 
  operation, and no time for trial and error.  
					
					
					It would be a trial by fire 
  this time out.  I didn't have any worries because it looked intuitive 
  enough, and I had purchased spare batteries and CD's, and brought along the 
  cables and instructions.
					In an effort to avoid being
  late like the first pre-run, I
  got up and left home by 4:55am with plans to arrive in Oak Ridge by
  8:00am.  I was surprised by the traffic at this early hour until I
  recalled that it was only Thursday and that it would be a regular
  commute.  Oh Joy!
					After I had driven about 1/2
  an hour, I realized that I had forgotten my GPS
  cable and my spare battery for the camera.  I was not happy about it
  since this would prevent me from saving my GPS tracks (or loading old ones)
  and I would probably need more battery power than one battery would provide
  for my camera.  At least there I could pace myself and recharge the one
  battery I had each night.
					I got to the Haymarket Sheetz
  by 5:40am, took on fuel and supplies for the day, then continued down Route 15
  to Route 29, where I turned south for Charlottesville.
					I reached Charlottesville by
  7:14am and caught a little bit of their rush-hour traffic.  But I still
  made the Liberty gas station in Lovingston by 7:50am.  When I opened up
  the passenger side door, I discovered the cable and battery that I thought I
  had left behind.  Good News!  I packed them in their rightful
  places.  I took advantage of the pavement to air down and disconnect
  while my gas tank filled.  Then I headed for the muster field.
					Muster
					A much smaller group was
  assembled than the first pre-run. 
  Only the confirmed Trail Guides and a couple alternates were present.  I
  expected this to make the trail run go a little faster.  It also turned
  out that those present were for the most part driving modified Jeeps. 
  That never hurts either.
					
					
					
					




					The drivers meeting was held
  and we learned that the weather for the weekend was not expected to be
  good.  This meant that we would probably have to revise the trail routes
  as necessary, and face the possibility that if it rained badly enough before
  we hit the trail, that we might not even be able to go out.
					Trail
					With the meeting out of the
  way, we formed a column and headed out for Trail 3, AKA Bobs Creek. 
  During the last pre-run we had
  abandoned this trail due to various problems.  This time, we went in to
  the corduroy road, past the tight trees, then up the hill, bypassing the drop
  to the rock obstacles, and instead heading straight up the hill.  
					
					
					This was not particularly
  difficult but there were a couple of rocks that made it interesting.  The
  rest of this trail was uneventful, and soon we reached the exit.
					Up the road and around a
  couple corners and we met the entrance to Trail 7.  We drove in through
  the erosion, which seems less severe than 
					last
  year, and down into the first little loop.  
					
					
					
					
					It was interesting but not
  challenging.  I can see where it will get nasty once it rains.
					Out of the loop we continued
  in and up the mountain to follow the ridge line to the turn around and then
  back out and down the mountain.  Some light trail maintenance was done to
  remove fallen trees.
					
					


					Next came Trail 2 with the
  stream crossing and climb out onto the bank.  The water was 
					deeper
  than last year, but the crossing was still very passable.
					
					
					
					



					Once up on the trail, we
  drove along and passed the optional
  hill-climb.  It has deteriorated to the point where it is no longer
  accessible to stock vehicles and could be classed as an extreme obstacle that
  only experienced drivers with built rigs would be allowed to attempt. 
  And then only if the trail was dry and time allowed.
					We drove up the main trail
  and eventually got to the turn off for Findlay Ridge.  While I like this
  trail, it is very tight and winds around trees so tightly that anything larger
  than a Wrangler has to make multi-point turns.  Along the way, there are
  some obstacles that aren't that hard, but compound the challenge of climbing
  the steep hill and threading through the trees.
					
					
					
					






					One spot, 
					where
  I winched last year, was the worse for wear.  The upper rock obstacle
  was pretty much impassible, and the lower one was much more difficult that
  last year.  One by one, we made our way up the obstacle, with some folks
  having better luck than others.
					
					
					

					
					


					
					

					At one spot, we had a little
  carnage when a tight spot reached out and touched a Jeep.  He got winched
  out of the pinch and we continued.  As we drove along, Jonathan called
  out that he was having clutch problems.  We stopped and soon learned that
  his clutch slave cylinder had been damaged and would need to be
  replaced.  Jonathan drove on on his own, shutting the Jeep off and
  turning it on where needed.
					
					
					
					


					
					

					By this time, it was getting
  late and so we bypassed the rock garden, and made plans to bypass CJ-5
  Hill.  Instead, we took a ride down to the crossing on Trail 5 to see how
  well the repair work had been done.  On the last pre-run, this crossing
  had kept us busy winching and
  reseating tires.  On the way, Dan and Lyle spent some time playing
  Choo-Choo train with their straps in the mud ruts.  
					
					
					
					



					Once they were fished out, we
  continued on to the crossing.  Mike Ball crossed the stream and found the
  climb out to be more than his Jeep could handle.  It still was not
  passable for the average Jeep.  
					
					


					So Mike winched himself out
  and crossed back.  We doubled back, with me leading to the meadow. 
  Once again a couple Jeeps got stuck in the meadow and were retrieved.
					From the meadow, we took the
  Trail 4 loop.  I made a wrong turn and came out on the downhill side of
  the log bridge.  So I went back and ran the loop the correct way and
  caught up to the group.  We stopped to move some fallen logs out of the
  way, then ran the rest of the loop, crossing the log bridge after coming off a
  slightly off-camber side-hill.
					Back on the main trail, we
  followed Trail 4 to the exit.