It was a frigid Sunday afternoon in mid February when I got the call. It was almost as if I was expecting a ring from the "Medic" as I sensed the opportunity in the air. He muttered, "Beef. Beer. Steer. Clear. It's fluffy at Spot X." Then there was a pause. Was this a dream? Did he really say Spot X?
The call was made to embark on this mission using "The Dreamer." She's beloved hunk of authentic American metal, and what a beautiful machine she is. This 1989 Ford F 350 7.3 liter 4x4 Diesel sure does pack a hefty approach. We stuffed her with gear, filled her with food we even loaded her with 3 friends and she still had room for more.
A photo journey told in 28 pages