Keaton (and Cal's) work, Camson Electric, initiates some employee getaways. A "Crew Lead" retreat. Keaton took some pictures on one last year, and this year, took some photos (although he didn't catch Cal in any) AND did a write up!
This was the fourth or fifth crew lead trip I’ve been on. I’m starting to lose track at this point. The start of the trip is always fairly similar: work a half day on Wednesday, meet up at the shop in Riverton, load up and head out. I rode with Cal, while Marko and James were in the back seats. We went to Moab this year, so it was about a three hour ride with one pit stop on the way. Nothing too exciting on the way there, but I was pumped to hang out with the boys, go on some rides, and eat a ton of food.
When we got to the air bnb, we all picked our beds and decided to chill for the night. Sometimes we’ll go on a night ride the first night, but work was pretty busy that day so we were all slammed. Marko and I went outside to look for rocks and scorpions with a black light. We didn’t find much, but we took a bunch of funny pics. For food that night, we had Beto’s. Always a classic for the first night.
The plan for the next day was to hit a couple trails on the razors, with an optional night ride. In the morning, Brock had breakfast covered. Brock is the breakfast king. I always look forward to what he offers. Bacon, sausage, hashbrown, eggs, toasted tortillas, sliced fruit, juice, etc… I was looking forward to breakfast, but I had a rough morning...
Sometimes I wake up in the middle night. It’s fairly random and I’m not bothered when it happens. On that first night, I woke up, sat up, and slammed my head on the bunk bed on top of me, where Marko was sleeping. I remember laying there in agony wondering if I had a concussion. I was looking around for a second to see if I woke anyone up, but it didn’t seem like it. I’m not sure how no one woke up because it was so loud. I just went back to sleep, and when I woke up, I had a major headache. I stood up to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Basically, to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. All clear, no blood. Then I headed to breakfast. I found Marko and told him about it.
I said “dude did I wake you up last light?”
He said “no why?”
I said “I slammed my head against your bed in the middle of the night.”
He laughed and said “again??”
I said “what do you mean again?”
He said “dude you did that last year.”
I completely forgot about that. Marko started telling me about it and then I remembered. I did hit my head in the middle of the night last year. Only that time, Marko said I did wake him up. He checked on me a minute later asking if I was alright, but apparently I was already out cold. I guess that time I literally knocked myself unconscious. So the lesson I learned was that when I wake up in the middle of the night, apparently I also sit up. So when I go to bed, I need to make sure I’ve got a few feet of head clearance.
After breakfast, we started to load up for the two rides ahead of us. We had plenty of razors so no one had to squish in any of the vehicles. Marko and I started to head out in one of the razors but within a few seconds we heard a rough clicking noise. We stopped and asked Brock if he knew about it, to which he replied “shoot. Thought we fixed that.” Five minutes in and we already bagged a razor. It was alright though, there were still enough seats for everybody. On one of the trails, one of the razors tipped on its side. Everyone in it was alright and we tipped it back over pretty quickly. After some funny pics of course. That night we had a team meeting, followed by pizza and ice cream. The air bnb had a pool and a hot tub and I was all for it. I was first one in and trying my very hardest to convince everyone else to do the same. Eventually some of the guys started jumping in, and at one point there were six of us in the hot tub. If that’s not team bonding then I don’t know what is.
The next day, after waking up in a different bed, one with much higher head clearance, we had breakfast and loaded up for two more rides. Little did we know, what lied ahead. The first trail was nice and easy, then we had lunch and headed for the second trail. It was a long one. About halfway in, we tried clearing an obstacle with one of the Jeeps, but something broke and it would no longer drive in 4 wheel. Luckily it still drove, but there were a ton of obstacles ahead that required 4 wheel. Without it, we had to tow the Jeep through, which was a lot harder and longer. We cleared one or two more obstacles, at which point the razor that tipped, broke down. It wouldn’t start. We jump started it and were able to get it going for a couple minutes, but then the same thing happened. Now we had two vehicles that needed towing out. One Jeep was towing the other Jeep, and one razor was towing the other razor. We quickly learned that towing with another razor wasn’t the best solution. Mitchell was able to get us pretty far, but after a few hours, Spencer came to tow us through the next few obstacles. Spencer was driving the Jeep that was towing the other Jeep. He went ahead a few miles, dropped them off, then came back to tow us. In the hours while we waited, there was a lot of hacky sackin. I probably wouldn’t have survived without the sack. We were in the sun, in the open desert for hours. I was losing my mind. Eventually we did get out. By then it was dark, and everyone was exhausted. We found some more rocks with the black light and did manage to find a couple scorpions. On the way back, we grabbed Wendys, everyone crashed on the couch, then a bunch of us got in the pool again.
The next day was Saturday, and we were headed home. We didn’t want to do anymore trails after that last one. Within that one trip to Moab we had four vehicles break down (Spencer’s truck went in limp mode as soon as we got there). That’s got to be a new record. But it’s all part of the fun and I can’t wait for the next one.




















