We saw this ridge from the road down below and decided to off-road it. We had some great parking spots during the trip, but this one topped the list. It overlooked this Yosemite-esque valley and had rock climbing within a hundred yards of the tent. We took a couple days to eat, sleep, read and recover.
The morning we went to leave, the Jeep wouldn’t start. We had drained the battery watching The Wire on my laptop. The only solution was to push it to the edge of the hill and hope that we could coast down to the road where someone could give us a jump. The problem was that since the Jeep was parked just downhill on the opposite side of the ridge from where we wanted to go, we couldn’t push it. Thankfully we had ropes and webbing so we rigged up a pulley system that allowed us to slowly inch the Jeep up the little rise to the edge. From there, it was bumpy ride down the grass hill with me standing on the powerless brakes. Within 30 seconds of making the road, a car pulled up and through hand signals offered to give us a jump. Five minutes later we were good to go and in return, we gave their kids the rest of our Beanie Babies, pens and paper.
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Jeep guts. Readying the chariot in England.
In July, over two hundred teams driving barely roadworthy vehicles departed London, England en route to Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia as part of the Mongolia Charity Rally. There were no checkpoints, no backup, no designated route and no winner. The idea was to raise money for charity and have a unique adventure along the way. We were one of those teams.
The rules were simple. First, teams chose a vehicle that by all logic wouldn’t survive a trip that would span a third of the globe. The more dilapidated the car, the better. Second, participants were required to raise £1000 for charity before they even began the rally. Third, they had to agree to donate their car to charity if and when they reached Mongolia’s capital.
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