There are hills to climb and then there are hills. Up to this point I knew nobody
who was crazy enough to climb the hill we considered a border-line cliff. When we stopped
at the top to look down we had no idea that when we were to get to the bottom via a detour
around the mountain that Lee was going to rip up the hill on an all or nothing climb.
Therefore we have very few pictures to show this crazy stunt in action. Had I
known, Lee, that you were going to do this I would have postioned myself halfway up the
hill with video camera in hand and film snapping. But that aside Stephen did get two
snapped off of Lee assending this monster of a hill. Some of us were witness to what
could of been Lee's last climb when, from the bottom of the hill, we saw him hit a crop of
rock that launch his front end vertical to where we could see
his hood of the Cherokee from the bottom of the hill. By shear luck and momentum he
came down and not over. We were, however ready to dive into the woods to avoid what
could have been a mass of metal rolling down at us. My hat goes of to you Lee for
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The monster
hill from 1/4 mile.
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Lee on his
way up.
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Gary and I watching
Lee climb. We were ready to move quickly had he lost it.
Eric going down the lower end of the
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Lee then drove around
the hill, down the detour we all took. Frankly we were amazed he made it.
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From there we headed
up stream and across to the trail on the other side. Along that trail we came upon a
mud pit.
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