W.W.U. stands for Web Wheelers Unite. About a year ago, there was some talk BC4x4 about the lack of wheeling going on at the time, so Joe and Brian took some initiative to try and get some folk out on the trail, and came up with the WWU runs. The runs always had brought in good turnouts, and the main thing was that it got people out doing what they enjoy doing, wheeling!

There hadn't been a WWU run for quite a while, due to people being busy with other things and having to fix their rigs, and I hadn't been out wheeling for a bout a month as my regular crew was busy doing those other things themselves, so I thought that hosting a WWU run would be the perfect thing to do. After getting permission from Brian, I posted up on BC4x4. The thread started out as a simple "come wheeling with me" kind of thing, but after volunteering to cook lunch for Jon if he came out, the tone was set. Wil from BC4x4 offered to donate some burgers, buns and pop for this events, and I made plans for several to bring their bbq's for a big cook-out.

The plan was to meet at the start of Norrish Creek, and depart by 10:00 am. I got there around 9:20, thinking I would be all by myself, but there were already 6 trucks there. And I thought I was desperate to go wheeling!

After chatting with as many as I could about the days plans, we departed at around 10:10am, knowing that a few were running behind and would meet up with us down the trail. A short ways up the road, we dropped down into BJ's Loop. This trail is short and fun; good for getting you in the wheeling mood. When we came up out of BJ's Loop, Chris had caught up in his 404 Mog.

We continued on and turned up to follow the powerlines, and towards Can-Opener. Me and a few others weren't comfortable running the trench, so we took the bypass; we were man enough and took our verbal abuse from the rest of the group like men. Lynn in her CJ was the first to go up. Jon had to move a few rocks, but she made it look easy. Then Sass and his orange 406 Mog went next. It was impressive to see such a huge beast of a truck walk up with no problems at all. Chris and his 404 Mog went also; his spare tire hooked a tree and ripped his wood bulkhead back. Mike, Sonny, Hunter and others also ran the trench with no problems.

Due to the amount of trucks, I ran up ahead an continued on up the trail, past the next rocky part and parked far enough up the trail so that all of us could get through. It was then that I pulled out the camera and got some pictures, as there is a large boulder just to the left of center of the trail that makes things interesting. The bigger trucks had no problem crawling over it, Sass just straddled it, and the smaller trucks had to go to the right of it, which meant watching out for the large rock in the tree's.

When we got to the top of Margret Creek Pass, it was cloudy, rainy and windy, so we decided to head for the North end of Chehalis and do lunch there. I had the pleasure of having Sass behind me coming down the pass. You just don't know intimidation until you have a huge orange diesel Mog with squeaky breaks in your rear-view mirror.

Once at Chehalis, we set up the bbq's, and we cooked up a nice lunch. After our belly's were full, we chit-chatted for a bit, and then continued on.

Sass took the lead as he wanted to show us this trail that led to a spectacular look-out, but he warned us that part of the trail was VERY overgrown. He wasn't kidding! Even after he broke trail, and 15 trucks had gone through, there were times when I had no clue where the trail was. All I could go by was the odd broken branch, Very cool!

Once at the top, we were first disappointed by the low cloud cover, when all of a sudden, the Four Wheeling Gods came though; the clouds slowly started to part, giving us a beautiful view of Harrison Lake and Long Island. Spectacular!

After all the oooh's and ahhh's were over, we continued back down the trail, kept right and came down to the Harrison FSR. From there we said good-bye to about half of the group, while the rest of us went down to Hale Creek via the hard way.

Once at the bottom, we parked on the beach. I was just about to get out of the Bronco, when I noticed some campers across the creek waiving at us, so I drove over to see what was going on. Turns out it was my buddy James. He was camping with his friends kids for the weekend. The rest of the group followed me over, and we had some drinks and chit-chatted some more and watched the sunlight disappear.

After about 30 minutes, a couple of trucks left while the rest of us enjoyed the scenery.

Once it was almost dark, the rest of us hit the road, taking the hard way up and back to the main road for the journey home.

Once back on the main road, it started to rain, then it rained hard, then even harder. Made for some nasty driving conditions at times.

We stopped at the hatchery to air up. By that point, there were only 4 trucks left. We chatted for a while, then hit the pavement at around 10:30 for the long drive home.

Carnage was kept to a minimum; I ripped two snaps off my soft top, Lynn broke a flare and ripped apart a traction bar and Dennis lost a mirror cover and Chris broke a piece of his bulkhead. And of course EVERYBODY got fresh BC Pintriping.

All in all, it was good day of wheeling. I got to meet a lot of new faces, and got to see some old ones as well. I would like to thank those that brought the bbq's, condiments and other things to make this go as smoothly as it did, and especially Larry and Wil of BC4x4 for hooking us up with burgers and beverages. Next time you guys will have to join us.

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