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Ok, lets hear some harry obsticles your grizzlys have overcome. Today, me and two buddies (rincon & kodiak) did some stream riding and had to traverse a waterfall (down) and it was very unnerving. In fact my buddy on the kodiak refused to go down it. It was about 20 feet across, 4 feet down, almost 90 degrees but, not quite, and made of nothing but slick, wet, jagged rocks and covered by a few inches of fast rushing water. So I hooked my winch to his hitch so it would not tip forward on him, it worked great. My buddy on the rinny, who is simply nuts, went next, and just jumped sraight off at a pretty good speed! At the bottom, however, he was sorry he did, because it did a nosedive, and jarred his arms pretty good. I took a more conservative approach and locked it in 4x4, then slowly crept down until my front tires touched bottom (only about 6 inches of water) and then gave her some fuel to pull myself down. Scary but more cushy than my buddies crazy approach. So, we rode this stream for a while, then had to turn around and head back because of a huge beaver dam. You guessed it, now it gets interesting! The kodiak was the first back to the waterfall, and as I came around the corner he was backing off and away from it. "There's no way we can ride up that!" he shouted. "We're going to have to winch up it!" I starred at the fast flowing water splashing off the jagged rocks on it's way down toward me, then glanced over at my buddy on the 'con who just shrugged his shoulders. I locked in 4x4, diff lock, and low range, threw my right knee onto the seat, hooked my boot into a gap in the rear rack, and crept toward this seemingly unpassable ledge. I sat for a second and analyzed my tire placement before proceeding, knowing once into it, the tires will jump, slide, spin, and end up in places never intended. Then all at once I went for it! As the front shot skyward, it was stopped before it turned verticle by a few rocks at the bottom that caught my rear tires and set the front tires back into the fall. Once I felt the front tires hit, I gave it a burst of throttle, launching the front tires up over the top! I knew this was my chance, with the front tires over the top and good stable feel, I hammered it, sending all four tires into a sudden spin! I felt my forward progression as the front tires clawed the rest of the way up the fall and knew victory was mine! And on the first try! If I am making this sound dramatic, that's because it was! I had an incredible rush! I've been through some pretty bad stuff before, but I could not belive this. I can sit here all night and describe this fall, and never do it justice. It was unbelievable! My 'con buddy (who hates to be out done) said nothing and simply tried to follow me.... and tried.... and tried. At one point he did manage to get his front tires to the top, but with only one of them spinning, was prematurely stopped there. He probed every angle of the fall searching for a way to climb up, it was not meant to be. On the last attempt the quad shifted nearly sideways, and just about threw him off! He called it quits and let me winch him and my other buddy up. "You don't know how much that pisses me off!" is all he said. I simply smiled and patted the seat of my grizz. An awesome day that will not be forgotten. As much as I tried to put you there, you just had to be there! Heck, maybe some of you have. Let's hear 'em! -Still smiling, Clint.