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Adventure riders have been exploring the backroads and dirt trails in the San Jacinto Mountains for years, and the Idyllwild Adventure Tour is one of the best routes in the area. This 80% dirt route climbs over 7,000 feet through desert lowlands, chaparral hills, and pine forests with incredible views. Accessible from Southern California in just a couple of hours.View the full article

Which Of These 3 Options Is Right For Your Setup? Having an awning mounted to your 4Runner can be a game changer. Whether it’s for a single trip or all... The post The Full Guide To Prinsu Awning Mount Brackets appeared first on Trail4R.com - 5th Gen 4Runner Mods. View the full article

Use the code SPRINGSKI10 for 10% off all winter vehicle rentals in March Are you in a habit of making annual spring break ski trips to Colorado or Utah? Whether you’re from Texas or Florida, or a big east coast city like New York, you probably love the big mountain ski experience your spring break ski trips provide. Combine that with après, laid back west coast energy, and you’ve got a perfect vacation that feels worlds away from Gulf Coast beaches or east coast concrete jungles. But if Breckenridge or Aspen are starting to feel like old stomping grounds, it might be time to look further north. Canada offers everything you love about spring break ski trips — legendary snow, vibrant ski towns, and unforgettable terrain — and a few extra perks that make crossing the border well worth it. Legendary Snowfall Colorado is famous for its powder, but being further south, its peak season often comes slightly before the spring break ski trips get going. While Colorado mountains typically are at their best in deep winter months like February, March is king in Canada. Canadian ski resorts like Whistler Blackcomb, Banff Sunshine, and Lake Louise regularly record their deepest snowpacks during spring break. Revelstoke — home to North America’s biggest vertical — sees storm cycles that keep powder stashes fresh well into April. With slightly colder temperatures than American counterpart resorts, your chances of scoring a deep ski day later in the season are higher. Your Dollar Goes Further One of the biggest advantages of heading north is the value Americans get from the exchange rate. Over the past year, $1 US Dollar has equaled about $1.40 Canadian Dollars. That $20 burger on the hill? Closer to $14. A $300 hotel room? Around $210. Spending US dollars in Canada really works in your favor. It feels like everything is 30% off. On top of the exchange rate, many Canadian ski towns are simply more affordable than their U.S. counterparts. Whether you’re booking a slope-side stay or a cozy lodge in town, you’ll often find better deals in Canada. For families and groups planning spring break ski trips in a tight economy, it’s a smart way to stretch your budget further. Your Ski Pass Works in Canada If you’ve already got an Epic or Ikon Pass, your Canadian spring break ski trip is practically calling your name. Epic Pass: Valid at Whistler Blackcomb, the largest ski resort in North America. Most passes have additional partner access at Fernie Alpine Resort and Kicking Horse Mountain Resort — two of the best mountains in the Canadian Rockies Ikon Pass: Works at Banff Sunshine, Lake Louise, Mt. Norquay, RED Mountain, Panorama Mountain Resort, Sun Peaks, and Revelstoke. The “Powder Highway” loop from Banff to Revelstoke is Canada’s best ski trip, and the Ikon Pass is the perfect ski pass to head to those resorts on. Border Basics One of the main hesitations we hear around taking ski trips to Canada is based around the fact that it’s an international trip. Don’t worry, crossing the border from the US to Canada is simple. FarOut Wilderness can help plan out every step of your trip, and that includes giving you a rundown on what to expect at the border. Here are a few common concerns we hear: Passports: US citizens need a valid passport to enter Canada, but border crossings are typically quick and straightforward. They usually won’t even stamp your passport. Customs: Flying home? You’ll actually clear U.S. customs in Canada before boarding, so no added time at the airport when you land. If you’re a US passport holder, they typically only ask you a question or two about any souvenirs you’re bringing back with you. Insurance: Many US credit cards and health insurance plans cover emergency medical care in Canada as a travel insurance option, but check the fine print to be sure. An American living in Canada wrote this, so trust me, I have some familiarity with the complex US health insurance system! Car rentals: Your US driver’s license is valid in Canada. FarOut Wilderness offers winter ready 4×4 vehicles with snow tires, which you’ll want on our snowy roads. Keep in mind: speed limits are posted in kilometers—100 km/h equals about 62 mph. Why Choose Canada for Your Spring Break Ski Trip? From the storm cycles of Revelstoke to the iconic peaks of Banff and the endless terrain of Whistler, Canada takes spring break skiing to the next level. Add in a favorable exchange rate, passholder perks, and the easy border crossing, and it’s clear why more Americans are heading north. This year, trade the familiar for something unforgettable. Your next great spring break ski trip is waiting in Canada. Chat with our team at FarOut Wilderness to start planning your vacation today. And as a reminder, use the code SPRINGSKI10 for 10% off all vehicle rentals in March! Spring skiing is still a bit of a hidden gem for BC visitors, so we’re here to help you make the most of it :) The post Spring Break Ski Trips in Canada appeared first on Far Out Wilderness. View the full article

Over the weekend, I had the privilege of testing out the 2025 Ultimate Overland Vehicle build, a GMC Sierra HD 2500 AT4X AEV Edition, which will be auctioned off in October, with the proceeds going to the programs and organizations sponsored and supported by the Overland Expo Foundation. With the opportunity to test out a new vehicle came the temptation to test out new ground as well, but ultimately I decided that the best way to evaluate performance was to go over known terrain, as I already knew what other vehicles felt like in these circumstances. With that in mind, we headed out to the Pawnee Buttes in the Pawnee National Grasslands of Northeastern Colorado. This portion of the state is not what people think of when they think of the stereotypical image of Colorado; there are no forest-covered mountains or rolling foothills, just sparsely populated, vast plains of tall native grasses, antelope, coyotes, jackrabbits, and cattle grazing in open ranges. We headed out into the plains over dirt roads traveled infrequently by farm vehicles and an endless string of washboard ruts. Durability is key to the success of any overland journey, and along with a keen sense of mechanical sympathy, systems that relieve unnecessary stress and strain on the vehicle go a long way in this endeavor. Good suspension goes a long way to relieving the strain on all components (including the human components inside). With miles of corrugation on dirt County roads to get to the Buttes, we put the Air Lift-LoadLifter 5000 Pro Series Suspension to the test. I had already experienced how well the vehicle handled paved roads at interstate speeds and how well this suspension compensates for the added weight of the camper and all of the gear. It doesn’t end up with its tail dragging before the day has even begun, and I was truly impressed with how it handled the washboard and the uneven two-track trails. The system comes with a lifetime warranty and a 60-day ride satisfaction guarantee. With a remote control to adjust the suspension, you can ensure a comfortable ride whether you are fully loaded, ready for a month-long expedition, or running empty. Air Lift Company is a family-owned business based in Lansing, Michigan, since 1949, so it is a company that is tried and true. The all-metal construction of the Trackform TRAXX Slim Track Dash Bracket with phone mount never got to be put through its paces because the ride was so smooth, but with the antenna on the front bumper vibrating away, the phone mount never gave the slightest twitch. Slightly frustrated by the lack of being able to properly test out the product, I did grab it and give it a good shake, to which it did not budge, and only elicited an eye roll from my husband. READ MORE: Ultimate Builds Unveiled at Overland Expo West From the corrugation of the County roads, we headed off towards the Buttes, this is where we have often encountered dust in the past. While many people out in the urban world still think that a snorkel’s main purpose is for water crossings, to keep water out of the air intake, modern vehicles have electronics that would be problematic well before the water reached that height. So, with the primary purpose being to draw in cleaner air, the snorkel is a major advantage. The Snorkel Kit from AEV (American Expedition Vehicles) raises the air intake to 6 feet 6 inches off the ground, greatly reducing the potential dust intake and extending the life of the air filter. Thankfully, this particular trip to Pawnee National Grasslands was not plagued by high winds as it had been on past trips to this area, and rain has been more plentiful this summer, so dust was of minimal concern… this time. I could still see the cloud of dust behind us in our side mirrors, so if we had been traveling with other vehicles, there would have been dust to contend with. We came to a nice, quiet camp spot away from where other campers had come to get away for the weekend, and decided to play with the winch and test it out before sitting down to dinner. The COMEUP Solo 12k Winch is neatly and discreetly tucked away and barely even noticeable, save for the large red hook poking out from the AEV fairlead, and with a winch heavy-duty enough for this setup, it is a truly burly hook. The COMEUP winch features both the traditional winch controller and the wireless controller, so you’ve got options. They work equally well, but being a bit “old school” myself, and hopefully without invoking the scratchy old-timer voice over of “Back in my day…”, I still prefer the traditional wired winch control, it just somehow feels more substantial and commanding, but, to each their own, and if you don’t want to deal with coiling the winch controller cable back up when you are finished, or you want to be in control at a greater distance, the remote can come in handy. After putting the winch away, we sat down to have a quiet dinner and enjoy watching the sunset. It was a nice evening so we opted to sit outside to enjoy our wine and charcuterie and listen to the coyotes begin their evening calls in the distance. This would seem like the perfect end to a wonderful day, but as every overlander knows, there is far more to this endeavor than rest and relaxation. After dinner, there are dishes to be done, which for me usually starts with getting out the stove and heating some water for the chore. With the Truma AquaGo hybrid, on-demand water heater, it only took the push of a button and the flip of a switch to have continuous hot water, limited only by the capacity of the onboard water tank. This system also supplies the hot water to the shower system accessed on the outside of the vehicle, and anyone who has been on a long overland trip knows that there will come a point when a hot shower is not just a luxury, but an absolute and immediate necessity. With darkness falling as dishes were being washed and put away, interior lights became necessary. With the Battleborn GC3 LiFePO4 Deep Cycle Battery Kit, there was never a worry of running out of power. Though we weren’t running much more than the fridge, lights, and water pump, so there was no chance of us really putting the system through its paces. This kit is designed for extreme conditions, with proprietary internal heating elements that ensure efficient charging. We would have been fine even if my desert-loving husband and I had been doing this trip in the dead of winter, with lights, heater, water pump, fridge, and all. Neatly tucked away behind the access panel, one would hardly notice or even spare a thought for this power system keeping everything running, and that’s exactly how you want it to be, because when something is reliable, you never really have to give it much attention. This vehicle is larger than I usually lean towards for an overland vehicle, and I did not expect it to handle so well, or travel so smoothly. I was pleasantly surprised, and may end up giving up some of my minimalist ways. I have definitely made note of some of the products for later reference on my next overland build. The lucky overlander with the winning bid will be traveling in comfort and contentment for their adventures ahead. Read more about the 2025 Ultimate Vehicle Build here. This and the 2025 Ultimate Moto Build, will go to auction to benefit the Overland Expo Foundation on October 22, 2025. View the full article

Taking on the Ozark Overlanding Adventure Trail Into the Unknown There’s something about heading into the unknown with your Jeep, your gear, and a crew of friends that gets your blood pumping. Our Ozark Overland Adventures had been calling my name for a while, and this past April we finally made it happen. Only problem? A massive storm system had just ripped through the area—tornadoes, flooding, the works. It left us wondering if the Ozark Overlanding Adventure Trail was even going to be possible. The group came together to discuss potential outcomes. To be honest, turning around, going home with the intention of coming back another day was heavily on the table, however the more we laid out the pathways, the more excitement seemed to begin brewing. An opportunity to drive straight into the unknown. But that’s the kind of challenge that makes overlanding what it is. You don’t always know what’s coming next, but you saddle up and send it anyway. We decided to run the trail backwards, starting down in Hector, Arkansas, and making our way north. The plan? Knock out some epic miles, hit a few water crossings, and find that perfect campsite under the stars. Simple enough on paper. In reality… the Ozarks had other plans. Rivers That Test You Right out of the gate, our Ozark Overland Adventures was tested us. The first few water crossings looked harmless enough—narrow, calm, nothing we hadn’t handled before back home in Georgia. But the second you nose down into that water, you realize just how deceiving it is. These crossings were deep. Deeper than anything we’d seen in the Southeast. Each one left us a little more wide-eyed, tires churning, water pushing hard against the Jeeps. And then came the washouts. Arkansas trails don’t mess around when it comes to erosion. After those first crossings we rolled up on a giant washout right in the middle of the trail. Slick mud, steep walls, sharp rocks—it had all the ingredients for a good struggle. One by one, our rigs tried to claw their way through, slipping, spinning, and occasionally getting hung up. It wasn’t pretty, but that’s half the fun. Not long after, we came up on another gnarly section that tested every bit of flex our Jeeps had. The washout cut across the trail at an angle, and at one point my Jeep leaned so hard I thought we were going to flop. Picture a 30-degree tilt with the side of my Jeep literally scraping against the dirt wall as we inched through. My stomach was in my throat the whole time. I’ll be honest—I was just praying rubber stayed on the ground. North Fork River As daylight started to fade, we rolled up to the first big one: the North Fork water crossing. And man, it was a sight. The river was raging from the storms, water levels high, current ripping. Standing there watching it, we knew instantly—nope. That crossing wasn’t happening. Not tonight, and maybe not for a while. But sometimes the trail gives you exactly what you need, even if it’s not what you planned. Right there at the edge of the crossing was one of the most epic campsites we could have asked for. Wide open space, tucked into the trees, with the sound of the river roaring beside us. It felt like the kind of spot you couldn’t have found even if you tried. We pitched camp, fired up the stoves, and ended the night around the fire swapping stories and laughing about the sketchy moments of the day. The sound of rushing water made the perfect backdrop as we finally crawled into our tents. Day one on the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail didn’t go as planned—but honestly, that’s the beauty of it. Out here, the best moments aren’t always the ones you map out. They’re the ones that surprise you, scare you a little, and leave you with a story worth telling. Through the Storm’s Wake – Day 2 There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of rushing water. Morning at the North Fork Illinois Bayou was equal parts peaceful and intimidating. We knew that river wasn’t going anywhere—and if we wanted to keep pushing north, we had to cross it. The water was still raging from the storms, levels way higher than normal, current ripping like it had a personal vendetta against Jeeps. We stood there for a while just watching it, weighing our options. Eventually we decided: we didn’t drive all the way out here just to camp on one side of a river. So one by one, we sent it. Crossing that beast was no joke. Water came up high, the current pushed hard, and it took everything the rigs had to crawl to the far bank. When we finally rolled onto dry ground, hearts racing, we thought maybe the hardest part of the day was behind us. But the Ozarks had a different plan. Storm Carnage Everywhere Once on the trail again, we quickly realized just how much damage those storms left behind. Trees were down everywhere, mud and debris scattered across the trail, and river washouts had reshaped sections into obstacles we never expected. It felt like we were driving through the aftermath of chaos itself. Every mile forward meant picking lines carefully, spotting each other through messes, and pushing deeper into the unknown. The mission that day wasn’t just trail running—it was also meeting up with a couple more Jeepers who were joining our convoy. We’d dropped them a GPS pin, and eventually, after a few hours of battling the aftermath, we finally saw Stuart and Colleen waiting for us. Just like that, our little crew grew to eight Jeeps strong. More rigs meant more recovery power, but also a longer train of overlanders winding its way through the Ozarks. A Step Back in Time With our group back together, we pushed further west along the trail and eventually rolled up on a piece of history—the Old Union Schoolhouse, built back in the 1860s. It’s wild to think about kids running up those steps and filling the tiny room with chatter all those years ago. The place was surprisingly well preserved, almost frozen in time. We explored, took some photos, and soaked in a little bit of Ozark history before breaking out lunch right there on the grounds. There’s just something cool about eating sandwiches on the steps of a 160-year-old building in the middle of the woods. Camp on the West Side With daylight burning, we hit the trail again and aimed for camp. The west side of the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail gave us exactly what we needed—we camped at a spot right on the river, where all eight rigs could set down for the night. We set up tents, everyone got dinner going, and just let the night settle in. After the chaos of river crossings and storm debris earlier in the day, this camp felt calm, easy, almost like the trail was giving us a break. Explosions and Hidden Gems – Day 3 Just as night fell, the peace was shattered by a nearby group on private land who apparently decided blowing things up was the best way to spend the evening. And I don’t mean target practice—these weren’t pistols or shotguns. They were setting off actual explosions. Small bombs. The kind of blasts you feel in your chest. They finally wrapped it up around midnight, just in time for us to catch a few hours of rest… until they started again at 7:30 in the morning. Needless to say, I didn’t get the best night’s sleep. But hey—that’s overlanding. Sometimes you get starlit silence, sometimes you get midnight fireworks courtesy of Arkansas. Trail Trouble Early After coffee and packing up camp, we hit the trail. It started off smooth—just some light off-roading through winding Ozark roads. But halfway in, things started to get spicy. Big rocks, deep crevices, and off-camber sections that made you second-guess your line real quick. Each obstacle got a little harder than the last, until the final section had my Jeep leaning sideways in a way that made everyone’s heart skip a beat. Off-camber enough that I had visions of a slow roll playing out in front of me. Luckily, rubber stayed down, and we clawed our way through. Sketchy, but awesome—that’s what we came for. The trail dumped us out perfectly at our lunch stop: the famous Oark Café. The Legendary Oark Café If you’ve run the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail, you know about this spot. It’s a tiny, historic little café that’s become a landmark for off-roaders and overlanders. The outside walls are covered in stickers from rigs and adventurers who’ve come before, and of course I had to throw the Road Rash Off Road sticker up there to leave my mark. Lunch was everything we needed after a tough morning—big, juicy burgers loaded with mushrooms and onions, the kind of meal that tastes even better because you earned it. Out front, there’s a single old-school gas pump, and trust me, it’s one of the only places you’re gonna want to fuel up in that part of the Ozarks. We topped off the tanks and pointed the rigs toward our next stop. Bub’s Cabin The next trail led us through a few river crossings (finally—been missing those today) and eventually delivered us to Bub’s Cabin. This place is incredible. Bub owns the property and keeps it open for folks like us to explore, almost like a living museum of what life looked like in the early 1900s. We walked through the cabin, barns, and storm shelter, taking in all the old photos and artifacts that told the story of families who once lived and worked there. It’s one thing to drive trails and camp in the woods, but to see how people actually lived out here generations ago—it hits different. Definitely a highlight of the day. Car Wash Falls & Camp on the River From Bub’s Cabin we rolled into another must-see spot: Car Wash Falls. True to its name, it’s a natural waterfall that pours straight over the road, creating a free car wash as you drive underneath. Crawling through with water splashing across the hood of the Jeep was just plain fun. Not far past the falls was the campsite I’d been eyeing on the map. Big open spot, right on the river—and when we rolled in, it was wide open. Perfect. We claimed it quick, set up camp, and I gave a little walkaround tour of my Jeep and Anthony’s rig so people could see what our setups look like when we’re packed out for trips like this. That evening, we joined up with the other Jeepers for a little birthday celebration for Sarah. Steak over the fire, plenty of laughs, and what has to be the smallest deck of UNO cards I’ve ever seen. It was simple, fun, and exactly what you want out of a night on the trail. I ended the night climbing into my tent, throwing on a movie, and letting the sound of the river lull me to sleep. Explosions in the distance or not, this was the kind of day that makes you grateful for every mile of the adventure. Day 3 was one for the books. And the Ozarks still weren’t done with us yet. The Fall That Changed Everything – Day 4 Day 4 started off like any other. Early rise, coffee in hand, and everyone packed up and ready to roll by 9 a.m. We weren’t expecting much intensity on this leg of the trip—everything we’d seen on OnX and in previous videos pointed to more of a scenic cruise than a technical grind. Honestly, we were looking forward to an easier day. Turns out, the Ozarks had one more curveball waiting for me. Haw Creek Falls Our first stop of the morning set the tone in the best way possible. We pulled up to Haw Creek Falls, and wow—what a sight. The water was this piercing bluish-green, so clear and cold it practically begged you to jump in. If it hadn’t been freezing, I would’ve grabbed my swimsuit and sent it. Even standing on the bank, it felt like one of those spots you’d never forget. Mountain Views & River Crossings After soaking in the falls, we hit dirt again. The trail gave us a few fun sections of moderate rock crawling—nothing crazy, just enough to get the rigs flexing and keep the adrenaline flowing. It was the kind of trail that makes you grin the whole way through. A little further down, we stumbled onto one of the most epic campsites I’ve ever seen. Perched on top of a mountain peak, it gave us full 360-degree views of rolling Ozark hills. It was the kind of place you instantly save on OnX, knowing you’ll come back one day just to watch the sunrise from that ridge. For now, it made the perfect lunch spot. Coming down off the mountain, we splashed through a series of light river crossings—refreshing, scenic, and exactly the kind of reminder you want of why you’re out here. But the forest wasn’t about to let us forget the storm damage. Downed trees blocked the path, so it was chainsaw time again. There’s nothing like a convoy of Jeeps and a couple saws to turn a blocked trail into a passable one. The Crossing That Changed Everything By late afternoon, we rolled up to what we thought would be our final water crossing of the day. It didn’t look all that different from the others at first glance, but this one turned out to be the moment that changed the trajectory of my whole trip. An island sat in the middle of the crossing, piled high with downed trees and debris. The only way through was to clear it. So I grabbed the chainsaw and went first, hopping over to the island to cut a path wide enough for the rest of the crew. Everything went smoothly—at least at first. Then Anthony pulled in behind me. What none of us realized was that he’d left his tailgate open after handing me his chainsaw. As soon as he hit the current, the river rushed straight into his Jeep, sweeping his gear—including his refrigerator—right out the back and down the river. Total chaos. Anthony bailed out of his rig and dove into the freezing water to chase his stuff. Meanwhile, I was on the opposite bank, watching all this unfold, and realized I was the closest one who could try to get to his Jeep before it got worse. The water was so cold I didn’t want to wade in, but I spotted a huge tree that had fallen across the river, connecting to his Jeep. I figured I could crawl across it, stay dry, and get to his rig. That plan lasted all of five seconds. Halfway across, the tree snapped. I went down hard, seven feet into the river, slamming my ankle onto the rocks below. The pain was instant, sharp, and brutal. By the time I pulled myself up, my ankle had already ballooned to the size of a baseball. It didn’t take long to realize—I was in trouble. Making the Best of It We eventually got Anthony’s Jeep sorted and cleared the crossing, but I was completely useless at that point. The crew rallied around me, and we limped our way into camp. Once tents were up, I hobbled down to the river and dunked my ankle into the icy water, trying to get the swelling down. My trauma kit came in clutch for wrapping it, and one of the guys even made me a walking staff so I could at least shuffle around camp. News From Home Just as we were settling into camp, with little to no service, I received an emergency satellite message from back home. My dad had been admitted to the ICU again. His health had been fragile for months, and he’d been in and out of the hospital several times already. I was deeply worried, but not completely alarmed—this wasn’t the first scare, though it still hit me hard out there in the middle of nowhere. It was late, the Ozarks were dark, and the thought of trying to navigate out alone—crossing rivers and unknown trails—just didn’t feel safe. So I made the call to stay put for the night and reassess in the morning. The reality was, I might need to cut the trip short and head home. We gathered around the fire like we always do, but for me, it was a different vibe. I propped my foot up, tried to keep my head in the game, and ended the night watching a movie from my tent with my leg elevated above my heart. Day 4 had already been physically brutal, but that message shifted everything. The adventure was no longer just about the trails—it was about whether or not I’d even be able to stay out there. Pushing Through Pain – Day 5 (The Grand Finale of our Ozark Overland Adventures) The last morning of the trip started at camp, tucked away deep in the Ozarks. My ankle was still a wreck—swollen, tender, and every step felt like fire shooting up my leg. I could barely walk, but the only way out was forward. We had one goal: finish the trail, reach the Buffalo River, and then point the rigs toward home. Before breaking camp, I fired off a satellite message back home to check in on my dad. The update came back—he was stable. It felt like another scare, but not a critical one this time. Relief washed over me. It wasn’t perfect news, but it gave me enough peace of mind to finish what we had started. My plan was simple: complete Day 5, get out of the Ozarks, then hammer down for a ten-hour overnight drive back home. The Day Begins With Crossings We hadn’t even been on the trail long when the day started serving up some of the deepest water crossings we’d seen all trip. The kind that make you sit up straight, double-check your 4×4 engagement, and keep your hands locked at 10 and 2. The morning was already promising to be exciting. Not long after, we rolled up on our first stop—Falling Water Falls. This one looked like something out of a travel magazine. The water was this surreal, piercing blue that begged you to dive in and cool off. If my ankle wasn’t shot, I probably would’ve been the first one swimming. Instead, I stood back, taking it all in and locking the memory into my mind. From there, we made our way to another Ozark classic—Six Finger Falls. Just as stunning, though with my ankle the way it was, I couldn’t make the hike down to the base. I hated having to watch from a distance, but that’s the reality of adventuring—sometimes your body makes the call for you. The Deepest Crossing Yet Back on the trail, we pushed through a few more crossings before hitting the one that stopped me cold. By far the deepest water crossing I’ve ever driven through. The current was strong, the waterline climbed higher and higher, and then it started pouring inside the Jeep. It was up to my knees while sitting in the driver’s seat. If it hadn’t been for the snorkel I had installed from RealTruck, I don’t think I would’ve even considered attempting it. Knowing the intake was safe gave me just enough confidence to send it across. Still, I’ll be honest—when that water started sloshing in, I panicked for a second. Mechanical Trouble Not long after conquering that crossing, we caught the scent of something we didn’t want to smell—diff fluid. We pulled over, crawled under the rigs, and sure enough, my rear diff cover bolts had loosened up. Fluid was seeping out. Not ideal. Luckily, we had the tools to snug everything back down, but it was a reminder: the Ozarks take their toll on both man and machine. I made a mental note to tear it apart as soon as I got home. The NARS (From Afar) Our final major stop of the day was the NARS, a narrow ridgeline with the Buffalo River on one side and the lower valley on the other. Normally, this hike is a must-do, but with my ankle swollen and extremely painful, there was no way I could make it up. The rest of the group went ahead, took photos and videos, and came back to relay the view. Even from a distance, hearing their stories of the scenery made me feel like I’d been there. The Buffalo River’s Verdict By late afternoon, we finally rolled into our final destination: the Buffalo River. The river was wild—swollen, angry, and moving faster than anything we had seen all trip. The plan was to cross, but one look at the water and we knew it wasn’t going to be simple. Our buddy Stuart decided to test it out. He threw on his bathing suit, grabbed a tow strap, and waded into the current to check depth and flow. Watching him fight against that water told us everything we needed to know. It was too deep, too fast, and flat-out dangerous. As a group, we made the call: the trail ended here. It stung a little to turn around without crossing, but the truth was clear—the Buffalo River had the final word. The Ozarks had beaten us. Home and Heart We filmed our last shots, said our goodbyes to the trail, and turned back. It wasn’t the ending we imagined, but in a way, it was fitting. The Ozarks tested us in every possible way—weather, trails, water, injuries, mechanicals, and even the emotional weight of news from home. That night, I drove ten hours straight through the dark to get back home. My ankle was throbbing, my Jeep was battered, but my heart was full. The Ozarks had taken their shot—and I was already thinking about when I’d come back for a rematch. A huge thank you to Matt with Ozark Overland Adventures for creating this route and posting it online for everyone to enjoy. In Memory Of My Father When I made it home, I learned the ICU stay this time was different. The doctors told us there was nothing more they could do, giving him a maximum of twelve days to live. My wife and I stayed by his side in the ICU for the next three days. Those three days were precious. We reminisced about childhood stories, loved on him as the incredible father he had always been, prayed together, and played his favorite worship songs along with John Denver on the guitar. We held him close, cherishing every moment. Three days later, my father Gene Morehead passed peacefully. This trip, with all its challenges—the rivers, the trails, the injuries—was a reminder that life is unpredictable, fragile, and beautiful. Adventure teaches you to push forward, but family teaches you why it matters. The Ozarks may have tested me physically and mentally, but the lessons from home were even deeper. Watch the full 5 Day Ozark Overland Adventures Series documentary on Road Rash Off Road YouTube The post Ozark Overland Adventures appeared first on Road Rash Off Road. View the full article

Taking on the Ozark Overlanding Adventure Trail Into the Unknown There’s something about heading into the unknown with your Jeep, your gear, and a crew of friends that gets your blood pumping. Our Ozark Overland Adventures had been calling my name for a while, and this past April we finally made it happen. Only problem? A massive storm system had just ripped through the area—tornadoes, flooding, the works. It left us wondering if the Ozark Overlanding Adventure Trail was even going to be possible. The group came together to discuss potential outcomes. To be honest, turning around, going home with the intention of coming back another day was heavily on the table, however the more we laid out the pathways, the more excitement seemed to begin brewing. An opportunity to drive straight into the unknown. But that’s the kind of challenge that makes overlanding what it is. You don’t always know what’s coming next, but you saddle up and send it anyway. We decided to run the trail backwards, starting down in Hector, Arkansas, and making our way north. The plan? Knock out some epic miles, hit a few water crossings, and find that perfect campsite under the stars. Simple enough on paper. In reality… the Ozarks had other plans. Rivers That Test You Right out of the gate, our Ozark Overland Adventures was tested us. The first few water crossings looked harmless enough—narrow, calm, nothing we hadn’t handled before back home in Georgia. But the second you nose down into that water, you realize just how deceiving it is. These crossings were deep. Deeper than anything we’d seen in the Southeast. Each one left us a little more wide-eyed, tires churning, water pushing hard against the Jeeps. And then came the washouts. Arkansas trails don’t mess around when it comes to erosion. After those first crossings we rolled up on a giant washout right in the middle of the trail. Slick mud, steep walls, sharp rocks—it had all the ingredients for a good struggle. One by one, our rigs tried to claw their way through, slipping, spinning, and occasionally getting hung up. It wasn’t pretty, but that’s half the fun. Not long after, we came up on another gnarly section that tested every bit of flex our Jeeps had. The washout cut across the trail at an angle, and at one point my Jeep leaned so hard I thought we were going to flop. Picture a 30-degree tilt with the side of my Jeep literally scraping against the dirt wall as we inched through. My stomach was in my throat the whole time. I’ll be honest—I was just praying rubber stayed on the ground. North Fork River As daylight started to fade, we rolled up to the first big one: the North Fork water crossing. And man, it was a sight. The river was raging from the storms, water levels high, current ripping. Standing there watching it, we knew instantly—nope. That crossing wasn’t happening. Not tonight, and maybe not for a while. But sometimes the trail gives you exactly what you need, even if it’s not what you planned. Right there at the edge of the crossing was one of the most epic campsites we could have asked for. Wide open space, tucked into the trees, with the sound of the river roaring beside us. It felt like the kind of spot you couldn’t have found even if you tried. We pitched camp, fired up the stoves, and ended the night around the fire swapping stories and laughing about the sketchy moments of the day. The sound of rushing water made the perfect backdrop as we finally crawled into our tents. Day one on the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail didn’t go as planned—but honestly, that’s the beauty of it. Out here, the best moments aren’t always the ones you map out. They’re the ones that surprise you, scare you a little, and leave you with a story worth telling. Through the Storm’s Wake – Day 2 There’s nothing like waking up to the sound of rushing water. Morning at the North Fork Illinois Bayou was equal parts peaceful and intimidating. We knew that river wasn’t going anywhere—and if we wanted to keep pushing north, we had to cross it. The water was still raging from the storms, levels way higher than normal, current ripping like it had a personal vendetta against Jeeps. We stood there for a while just watching it, weighing our options. Eventually we decided: we didn’t drive all the way out here just to camp on one side of a river. So one by one, we sent it. Crossing that beast was no joke. Water came up high, the current pushed hard, and it took everything the rigs had to crawl to the far bank. When we finally rolled onto dry ground, hearts racing, we thought maybe the hardest part of the day was behind us. But the Ozarks had a different plan. Storm Carnage Everywhere Once on the trail again, we quickly realized just how much damage those storms left behind. Trees were down everywhere, mud and debris scattered across the trail, and river washouts had reshaped sections into obstacles we never expected. It felt like we were driving through the aftermath of chaos itself. Every mile forward meant picking lines carefully, spotting each other through messes, and pushing deeper into the unknown. The mission that day wasn’t just trail running—it was also meeting up with a couple more Jeepers who were joining our convoy. We’d dropped them a GPS pin, and eventually, after a few hours of battling the aftermath, we finally saw Stuart and Colleen waiting for us. Just like that, our little crew grew to eight Jeeps strong. More rigs meant more recovery power, but also a longer train of overlanders winding its way through the Ozarks. A Step Back in Time With our group back together, we pushed further west along the trail and eventually rolled up on a piece of history—the Old Union Schoolhouse, built back in the 1860s. It’s wild to think about kids running up those steps and filling the tiny room with chatter all those years ago. The place was surprisingly well preserved, almost frozen in time. We explored, took some photos, and soaked in a little bit of Ozark history before breaking out lunch right there on the grounds. There’s just something cool about eating sandwiches on the steps of a 160-year-old building in the middle of the woods. Camp on the West Side With daylight burning, we hit the trail again and aimed for camp. The west side of the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail gave us exactly what we needed—we camped at a spot right on the river, where all eight rigs could set down for the night. We set up tents, everyone got dinner going, and just let the night settle in. After the chaos of river crossings and storm debris earlier in the day, this camp felt calm, easy, almost like the trail was giving us a break. Explosions and Hidden Gems – Day 3 Just as night fell, the peace was shattered by a nearby group on private land who apparently decided blowing things up was the best way to spend the evening. And I don’t mean target practice—these weren’t pistols or shotguns. They were setting off actual explosions. Small bombs. The kind of blasts you feel in your chest. They finally wrapped it up around midnight, just in time for us to catch a few hours of rest… until they started again at 7:30 in the morning. Needless to say, I didn’t get the best night’s sleep. But hey—that’s overlanding. Sometimes you get starlit silence, sometimes you get midnight fireworks courtesy of Arkansas. Trail Trouble Early After coffee and packing up camp, we hit the trail. It started off smooth—just some light off-roading through winding Ozark roads. But halfway in, things started to get spicy. Big rocks, deep crevices, and off-camber sections that made you second-guess your line real quick. Each obstacle got a little harder than the last, until the final section had my Jeep leaning sideways in a way that made everyone’s heart skip a beat. Off-camber enough that I had visions of a slow roll playing out in front of me. Luckily, rubber stayed down, and we clawed our way through. Sketchy, but awesome—that’s what we came for. The trail dumped us out perfectly at our lunch stop: the famous Oark Café. The Legendary Oark Café If you’ve run the Ozark Overland Adventures Trail, you know about this spot. It’s a tiny, historic little café that’s become a landmark for off-roaders and overlanders. The outside walls are covered in stickers from rigs and adventurers who’ve come before, and of course I had to throw the Road Rash Off Road sticker up there to leave my mark. Lunch was everything we needed after a tough morning—big, juicy burgers loaded with mushrooms and onions, the kind of meal that tastes even better because you earned it. Out front, there’s a single old-school gas pump, and trust me, it’s one of the only places you’re gonna want to fuel up in that part of the Ozarks. We topped off the tanks and pointed the rigs toward our next stop. Bub’s Cabin The next trail led us through a few river crossings (finally—been missing those today) and eventually delivered us to Bub’s Cabin. This place is incredible. Bub owns the property and keeps it open for folks like us to explore, almost like a living museum of what life looked like in the early 1900s. We walked through the cabin, barns, and storm shelter, taking in all the old photos and artifacts that told the story of families who once lived and worked there. It’s one thing to drive trails and camp in the woods, but to see how people actually lived out here generations ago—it hits different. Definitely a highlight of the day. Car Wash Falls & Camp on the River From Bub’s Cabin we rolled into another must-see spot: Car Wash Falls. True to its name, it’s a natural waterfall that pours straight over the road, creating a free car wash as you drive underneath. Crawling through with water splashing across the hood of the Jeep was just plain fun. Not far past the falls was the campsite I’d been eyeing on the map. Big open spot, right on the river—and when we rolled in, it was wide open. Perfect. We claimed it quick, set up camp, and I gave a little walkaround tour of my Jeep and Anthony’s rig so people could see what our setups look like when we’re packed out for trips like this. That evening, we joined up with the other Jeepers for a little birthday celebration for Sarah. Steak over the fire, plenty of laughs, and what has to be the smallest deck of UNO cards I’ve ever seen. It was simple, fun, and exactly what you want out of a night on the trail. I ended the night climbing into my tent, throwing on a movie, and letting the sound of the river lull me to sleep. Explosions in the distance or not, this was the kind of day that makes you grateful for every mile of the adventure. Day 3 was one for the books. And the Ozarks still weren’t done with us yet. The Fall That Changed Everything – Day 4 Day 4 started off like any other. Early rise, coffee in hand, and everyone packed up and ready to roll by 9 a.m. We weren’t expecting much intensity on this leg of the trip—everything we’d seen on OnX and in previous videos pointed to more of a scenic cruise than a technical grind. Honestly, we were looking forward to an easier day. Turns out, the Ozarks had one more curveball waiting for me. Haw Creek Falls Our first stop of the morning set the tone in the best way possible. We pulled up to Haw Creek Falls, and wow—what a sight. The water was this piercing bluish-green, so clear and cold it practically begged you to jump in. If it hadn’t been freezing, I would’ve grabbed my swimsuit and sent it. Even standing on the bank, it felt like one of those spots you’d never forget. Mountain Views & River Crossings After soaking in the falls, we hit dirt again. The trail gave us a few fun sections of moderate rock crawling—nothing crazy, just enough to get the rigs flexing and keep the adrenaline flowing. It was the kind of trail that makes you grin the whole way through. A little further down, we stumbled onto one of the most epic campsites I’ve ever seen. Perched on top of a mountain peak, it gave us full 360-degree views of rolling Ozark hills. It was the kind of place you instantly save on OnX, knowing you’ll come back one day just to watch the sunrise from that ridge. For now, it made the perfect lunch spot. Coming down off the mountain, we splashed through a series of light river crossings—refreshing, scenic, and exactly the kind of reminder you want of why you’re out here. But the forest wasn’t about to let us forget the storm damage. Downed trees blocked the path, so it was chainsaw time again. There’s nothing like a convoy of Jeeps and a couple saws to turn a blocked trail into a passable one. The Crossing That Changed Everything By late afternoon, we rolled up to what we thought would be our final water crossing of the day. It didn’t look all that different from the others at first glance, but this one turned out to be the moment that changed the trajectory of my whole trip. An island sat in the middle of the crossing, piled high with downed trees and debris. The only way through was to clear it. So I grabbed the chainsaw and went first, hopping over to the island to cut a path wide enough for the rest of the crew. Everything went smoothly—at least at first. Then Anthony pulled in behind me. What none of us realized was that he’d left his tailgate open after handing me his chainsaw. As soon as he hit the current, the river rushed straight into his Jeep, sweeping his gear—including his refrigerator—right out the back and down the river. Total chaos. Anthony bailed out of his rig and dove into the freezing water to chase his stuff. Meanwhile, I was on the opposite bank, watching all this unfold, and realized I was the closest one who could try to get to his Jeep before it got worse. The water was so cold I didn’t want to wade in, but I spotted a huge tree that had fallen across the river, connecting to his Jeep. I figured I could crawl across it, stay dry, and get to his rig. That plan lasted all of five seconds. Halfway across, the tree snapped. I went down hard, seven feet into the river, slamming my ankle onto the rocks below. The pain was instant, sharp, and brutal. By the time I pulled myself up, my ankle had already ballooned to the size of a baseball. It didn’t take long to realize—I was in trouble. Making the Best of It We eventually got Anthony’s Jeep sorted and cleared the crossing, but I was completely useless at that point. The crew rallied around me, and we limped our way into camp. Once tents were up, I hobbled down to the river and dunked my ankle into the icy water, trying to get the swelling down. My trauma kit came in clutch for wrapping it, and one of the guys even made me a walking staff so I could at least shuffle around camp. News From Home Just as we were settling into camp, with little to no service, I received an emergency satellite message from back home. My dad had been admitted to the ICU again. His health had been fragile for months, and he’d been in and out of the hospital several times already. I was deeply worried, but not completely alarmed—this wasn’t the first scare, though it still hit me hard out there in the middle of nowhere. It was late, the Ozarks were dark, and the thought of trying to navigate out alone—crossing rivers and unknown trails—just didn’t feel safe. So I made the call to stay put for the night and reassess in the morning. The reality was, I might need to cut the trip short and head home. We gathered around the fire like we always do, but for me, it was a different vibe. I propped my foot up, tried to keep my head in the game, and ended the night watching a movie from my tent with my leg elevated above my heart. Day 4 had already been physically brutal, but that message shifted everything. The adventure was no longer just about the trails—it was about whether or not I’d even be able to stay out there. Pushing Through Pain – Day 5 (The Grand Finale of our Ozark Overland Adventures) The last morning of the trip started at camp, tucked away deep in the Ozarks. My ankle was still a wreck—swollen, tender, and every step felt like fire shooting up my leg. I could barely walk, but the only way out was forward. We had one goal: finish the trail, reach the Buffalo River, and then point the rigs toward home. Before breaking camp, I fired off a satellite message back home to check in on my dad. The update came back—he was stable. It felt like another scare, but not a critical one this time. Relief washed over me. It wasn’t perfect news, but it gave me enough peace of mind to finish what we had started. My plan was simple: complete Day 5, get out of the Ozarks, then hammer down for a ten-hour overnight drive back home. The Day Begins With Crossings We hadn’t even been on the trail long when the day started serving up some of the deepest water crossings we’d seen all trip. The kind that make you sit up straight, double-check your 4×4 engagement, and keep your hands locked at 10 and 2. The morning was already promising to be exciting. Not long after, we rolled up on our first stop—Falling Water Falls. This one looked like something out of a travel magazine. The water was this surreal, piercing blue that begged you to dive in and cool off. If my ankle wasn’t shot, I probably would’ve been the first one swimming. Instead, I stood back, taking it all in and locking the memory into my mind. From there, we made our way to another Ozark classic—Six Finger Falls. Just as stunning, though with my ankle the way it was, I couldn’t make the hike down to the base. I hated having to watch from a distance, but that’s the reality of adventuring—sometimes your body makes the call for you. The Deepest Crossing Yet Back on the trail, we pushed through a few more crossings before hitting the one that stopped me cold. By far the deepest water crossing I’ve ever driven through. The current was strong, the waterline climbed higher and higher, and then it started pouring inside the Jeep. It was up to my knees while sitting in the driver’s seat. If it hadn’t been for the snorkel I had installed from RealTruck, I don’t think I would’ve even considered attempting it. Knowing the intake was safe gave me just enough confidence to send it across. Still, I’ll be honest—when that water started sloshing in, I panicked for a second. Mechanical Trouble Not long after conquering that crossing, we caught the scent of something we didn’t want to smell—diff fluid. We pulled over, crawled under the rigs, and sure enough, my rear diff cover bolts had loosened up. Fluid was seeping out. Not ideal. Luckily, we had the tools to snug everything back down, but it was a reminder: the Ozarks take their toll on both man and machine. I made a mental note to tear it apart as soon as I got home. The NARS (From Afar) Our final major stop of the day was the NARS, a narrow ridgeline with the Buffalo River on one side and the lower valley on the other. Normally, this hike is a must-do, but with my ankle swollen and extremely painful, there was no way I could make it up. The rest of the group went ahead, took photos and videos, and came back to relay the view. Even from a distance, hearing their stories of the scenery made me feel like I’d been there. The Buffalo River’s Verdict By late afternoon, we finally rolled into our final destination: the Buffalo River. The river was wild—swollen, angry, and moving faster than anything we had seen all trip. The plan was to cross, but one look at the water and we knew it wasn’t going to be simple. Our buddy Stuart decided to test it out. He threw on his bathing suit, grabbed a tow strap, and waded into the current to check depth and flow. Watching him fight against that water told us everything we needed to know. It was too deep, too fast, and flat-out dangerous. As a group, we made the call: the trail ended here. It stung a little to turn around without crossing, but the truth was clear—the Buffalo River had the final word. The Ozarks had beaten us. Home and Heart We filmed our last shots, said our goodbyes to the trail, and turned back. It wasn’t the ending we imagined, but in a way, it was fitting. The Ozarks tested us in every possible way—weather, trails, water, injuries, mechanicals, and even the emotional weight of news from home. That night, I drove ten hours straight through the dark to get back home. My ankle was throbbing, my Jeep was battered, but my heart was full. The Ozarks had taken their shot—and I was already thinking about when I’d come back for a rematch. A huge thank you to Matt with Ozark Overland Adventures for creating this route and posting it online for everyone to enjoy. In Memory Of My Father When I made it home, I learned the ICU stay this time was different. The doctors told us there was nothing more they could do, giving him a maximum of twelve days to live. My wife and I stayed by his side in the ICU for the next three days. Those three days were precious. We reminisced about childhood stories, loved on him as the incredible father he had always been, prayed together, and played his favorite worship songs along with John Denver on the guitar. We held him close, cherishing every moment. Three days later, my father Gene Morehead passed peacefully. This trip, with all its challenges—the rivers, the trails, the injuries—was a reminder that life is unpredictable, fragile, and beautiful. Adventure teaches you to push forward, but family teaches you why it matters. The Ozarks may have tested me physically and mentally, but the lessons from home were even deeper. Watch the full 5 Day Ozark Overland Adventures Series documentary on Road Rash Off Road YouTube The post Ozark Overland Adventures appeared first on Road Rash Off Road. View the full article

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