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TRIP REPORT : Sea of Cortez - Yuma, AZ to Rocky Point, Mexico: April 18-21, 2008


The story of this trip was published in the Summer 2008 Issue of JPFreek Adventure Magazine  -AND- was the Winning Entry of the Overland Contest by JPFreek Adventure Magazine  because "it encompassed the idea of Overlanding and the pure enjoyment between man and machine".   In any case it was and will be a most memorable trip!





Mexico, clean beaches, pristine deserts, cerveza and ceviche !

Our 1st trip to Mexico, 4 days along the coastline of the Sea of Cortez from El Gulfo to Rocky Point and a crossing of the Great Dunes of the Altar Desert with the Rocky Point Jeep Club.

Jeep Expeditions, Sea of Cortez, Mexico

Ah Mexico…………………………

Many thoughts go through people’s minds when Mexico is mentioned. Aztecs, pyramids, rich history, arid deserts, rain forests, Cozumel, Cabo, Cancun, Corona and many others I can think of. Mention the Sea of Cortez or the Gulf of California and you will often get puzzled looks.

The Sea of Cortez sometimes referred to as the Gulf of California separate mainland Mexico from the Baja or Baja California. What is it about this 669-mile long body of water and what of its history?

Millions of years ago, as the North American plates and the Pacific plates collided a vast mountain range was forced upwards forming the mountains that now a big part of the landscape of the Baja Peninsula. Faults in the earths crust formed in the length of what is now the western side of North America. Scientifically speaking, as the plates collided the thinner Pacific Plate slid under the North American Plate and formed what is called a subduction zone and with it the volcanic activity that formed the Pinacante National Park in Mexico. The park is dotted with as many as 300 craters/cones some 3 miles wide. This landscape in fact is so desolate and so much like the moon the Apollo astronauts trained there for the moon missions.

About 5 million years ago the San Andreas Fault, which runs down the center of the Sea of Cortez had completed it’s drifting which tore the Baja from the mainland. The Pacific Ocean rushed in to fill the resulting area left between creating the Sea of Cortez.

Much more recently though the Spaniards sent missionaries to bring Christianity to the “savages” that inhabited the region. Communication at that time was difficult at best with Spain and life was hard in this desolate region. Cortez and his men marched along the Sea of Cortez 400+ years ago and the area in many places hasn’t changed much in decades.

The Sea of Cortez area is home to a diverse collection of wildlife. Whales visit the area yearly and have their calves in the Sea of Cortez, sea lions, pelicans, cranes, eagles, rattlesnakes, scorpions, all sorts of lizards, wolves, coyotes, rabbits, deer and the list goes on.

The area from El Gulfo de Santa Clara, a small and poor fishing town near the mouth of the Colorado River and the upper most town on the northeast side of the Sea of Cortez was our starting point. The beaches are clean, nearly deserted and are a great place to Jeep on. The water seems to be much cleaner than I remember the water in New Jersey and Maryland's beaches. A perfect spot to begin our newest Expedition.

Our trip will take us from the tip top of the Sea of Cortez, down the shoreline about 40 miles as the crow flies but due to impassible areas further south, our trip will be closer to 100 miles when we finish in Puerto Penasco or Rocky Point as us Gringos call it.

Rocky point began as a small fishing town that I remember well from my 1st trip there 6 years ago. Today, you can hardly recognize it as it is growing and now resembles most other seaside resort towns in Mexico. It has become a haven for people in Arizona as it is about a 4 hour or less drive from Phoenix and has become a popular hang out for spring break in recent years. I might also mention that gasoline in Mexico is $1 a gallon or so less than here in the US and diesel is just under $2 a gallon or less than half of what we currently pay here in the U.S.!

Jeep Expedition, Sea of Cortez, Mexico

Jeep Expeditions had completed 6 Expeditions since our beginning, all of them in Arizona, Utah, California or Nevada. It was time to try Mexico, with plenty of areas to explore that are rich in terrain and history. With that idea in mind we tossed around ideas, did lots of research and made the plans well in advance of the actual trip.

On Thursday April 16th, 18 Jeeps and 30+ members and guests met at the Yuma Cabana Motel in Yuma, AZ for our pre-trip BBQ/meet and greet. The Yuma Cabana is a 50’s style “neon” motel of the likes that dotted and remain on parts of Route 66.

As we sat poolside cooking up burgers, brats and steaks and enjoying the sides and treats that all had brought we discussed the next 4 days of our trip. You could tell the excitement was high as we still hung out poolside even when they turned the lights out on us. After a while people started to turn in while others congregated in the parking lot while sipping on some cold beverages and when I last looked around midnight, there were still a few hardy souls in the parking lot enjoying each others company.

Saturday morning around 7:30, our group started converging on the parking lot and lining up the Jeeps. We were ready to roll. At 8:00 as planned, we hit the road for a quick stop at a convenience store for fresh ice and the McDonalds next door for a quick hot breakfast. As time approached 8:30, we were lining up again and preparing to hit the road to San Luis de Colorado at the Mexican border and our 1st stop.

When we got to San Luis, things got a little confusing. A lack of parking and a lack of signs kept us from stopping to get our tourist visas and to check about temporary import permit for our vehicles. The Mexican officials seeing us just lined up there waved us on. We found out later that there is a lot of incorrect information out there about travel to Mexico in that we did not need either of those documents for any of the areas we would be in.

Like I said, we (or is it I as I was leading our group) got a little confused and off the route in San Luis but I quickly realized it after zooming out on my GPS unit and seeing we were heading in the wrong direction on the wrong street. Since we all had CBs and many of us had Ham radios we relayed all of the information, grouped up again and proceeded to where the pavement ends in El Gulfo de Santa Clara, a tiny fishing town at the north eastern part where the Sea of Cortez begins and the Colorado River ends.

After about 2 hours of driving thru the Mexican desert, passing thru rural towns, giving donations to ambulance clubs at a few “road” blocks, stopping at a Mexican Army checkpoint only to get waived thru (too may Jeeps I suspect and too much work) and a stop at a Pemex gas station to fuel up in case the one in El Gulfo had no gas as it has been publicized as a possibility, we came down thru the hills for a beautiful view of the Sea of Cortez and the shoreline and into El Gulfo.

El Gulfo was a simple town, one that has changed little probably in the last 50 or more years. It was obvious that the towns’ folk were poor but we found out that everyone was friendly but few spoke any English and fewer of us spoke anything more than a few words in Spanish. The 1st thing that greeted us was the Pemex station and they had gasoline. They also had millions of these huge fly’s that covered our Jeeps and buzzed around us. We found that in Mexico, the gas was “full service” but the windshield washers expected a tip. The gas was also about $2.80 per gallon or so. Everyone filled up again, got ice, and went to the beer store next door. Funny how in Mexico there are beer stores that only sell one brand of beer.

As we drove thru town on the hard sandy road, we pasted “night clubs”, bars, “motels”, and even a run down looking place that sold hot showers and flush toilets to “make you feel clean and fresh”! The people stared and some took pictures of this line of 18 Jeeps some pulling trailers. It was obvious that we were not an everyday sight anywhere in Mexico. It should also be noted that a strong smell of dead fish was in the air but we soon lost that as we entered the “virgin beach”.

I could tell that there were few if any of our group that had ever driven on a beach next to an ocean before. There was lots of excitement and chatter on the radio. They soon found that driving on the deep soft sand further from the surf line could be challenging. Chatter was going back and forth over the CB about how “cool” this was and having this huge beach, just hundreds of yards from the town all to ourselves was too good to be true.

We left our Jeeps on the dry sand to check out the water. It was nice for sure, relaxing, soothing and the kids were having a great time as kids do in the water. After a while, we took a poll and Grunt, Irv, George, Drew, and I drove back into town to negotiate the purchase of some fresh shrimp and possibly some fresh clams.

Back in town the language barrier was a problem. We had some guys with two huge bags of clams offering to sell for $40 a bag, they were down as low as $20 when we left in search of shrimp not knowing how old their clams sitting in bags outside where. George said he didn’t want to die from “death by clam”. We drove down the main street and didn’t find anything but ran into a guy from AZ who looked like he might know something about the town. He did, he is down there all the time he said, speaks Spanish and knows some of the local fisherman. We are set now, or so we thought. His contacts had only 1 kilo of shrimp, not enough for sure. They sent us up to another place and we hit the jackpot and cheaper too $15 a kilo and they had all we wanted, cleaned and ready to go. Only one thing they were sold in frozen blocks of 2 kilos each or about 4.4 lbs. They told us that the shrimp season was over and that all there is are frozen ones. Ok, no Problem and they were JUMBO’s! We filled a cooler full of them and headed back to the beach.

Back at the beach, the tide continued to go out. We decided it was time to hit the road again, find a camp for the night, cook our shrimp and wash them down with some cold ones by a campfire.

The group was having a blast, some were driving on the dry parts, some were driving on the damp parts and some were throwing rooster tails of water up driving thru thin sections of water. It was like watching kids on the bumper cars we were having so much fun. Again, the radio chatter was saying how cool this is, we found a paradise that no one else knows about and we have to do this again. About that time I see Kristoffer Smith coming along side of me about 100 feet to my right on the wet part of the beach. I see him heading for a puddle and he yells over the radio “Hey Mike, get a picture of this” and as it hits the puddle he immediately sinks up to his frame and steam is going everywhere. Needless to say I missed the picture and sat there with my jaw dropped and then busted a gut laughing. I see Aimee his better half get out of the lifted XJ and sink up to her knees maybe more. Everyone gathered round taking pictures as his Jeep gurgled in the water and the exhaust made bubbles.

Finally winched out and everyone learning a valuable lesson, we again hit the trail. I found our 1st “carcass”, a dolphin that looked like it had been there for more than a few days. As the line kept going past and people took pictures, just down the beach I came across the next carcass, a huge whale. Now that required more exploration as people not stopped and got out to take pictures. As some of us passed the whale in our vehicles, we caught a whiff of the odor from this rotting creature and we could not hit the gas hard enough or fast enough. While I was gagging my guts out, people were trying to drive with their heads out the window gagging. The smell was horrible and was quite strong even 100 yards down wind. George and Diane got too close to it in their Jeep and threw up some tainted blubber and oils on the side of their Jeep that every grain of sand later stuck to. It took awhile but they finally realized what stunk and not only the Jeep but George too who leaned against the mess and got it on his clothes.

After that excitement, we hit the beach again in search of a camp area. We knew where we were that we would have little room between the high tide and the cliffs. We knew we had to get further south before high tide. A few miles later we stopped. In our way was a rocky area that was truly all rocks. There were sand bars and puddles of water and we had to make a decision to either make our way thru it to the other side or turn back. We had to consider that the water trench we had to cross to get to an area that wasn’t impassible boulders would not swallow us up as the last one did to Kristoffer. The vote was to go for it.

Everyone got thru the water filled sand trench with no problem. The rocky area was not bad, or at least that is what we all said after we got thru it. There was some concern that my stock WJ and the M101 trailers might not make it but after we got thru, all of that went away. I was impressed with how my stock Grand Cherokee did thru that section. Something has to be said for the ability of the suspension and the Jeep QuadraDrive 4x4 system.

On our way again and about 6 miles later we found out spot, a nice wide section of beach and a high, sandy, hilly area. Perfect for camp and just 25 or so miles as the crow flies to Rocky Point/Puerto Penasco. It was settled, this was Camp #1 or Camp Camarone after our fine shrimp feast. Most everyone staked out their campsite for the night and then a whole group of people went down, collected seashells, and played on the beach. We picked out a place for the campfire that night and I set up the shrimp kitchen and the porta-pottie tent that I used as a sun shelter while I watched the tide go further out.

Just about dark the 1st batch of steamed shrimp came out of the pot and people were lining up. You could smell the spices of the Old Bay and Zatarain seasonings in the air. Batch after batch, people quit eating when they filled up and I think that Al Andrus and me finished off what was left. By that time, the campfire area was filled with Jeepers all talking about that day, tipping the cold ones and even toasting some marshmallows. Sand colored crickets were walking over our toes and freaking some people out. By midnight, just about everyone save a few of us were still by the fire. I had made up my mind to stay up to see the high tide at 2am but before that, we heard sea lions barking. The sound seemed close, I got my 2mil cp spotlight out and lit up the beach and surf but didn’t see anything, four others went out to investigate but the barking stopped. As soon as we went back to the campfire, we heard the barking again but weren’t going to get suckered by them again! Everyone turned in for the night.

We had decided to shove off again at 10am so at 9:30 everyone was pretty much ready or getting ready to shove off. Russ found a scorpion that had made a new home under his tent. We had a meeting to determine what route we were going to take. We had a couple of Jeeps investigate a “road” that was on the hill to the east of our camp, another couple of Jeeps headed down the beach towards the estuary, a third group went back towards the rocks to see if the road we needed was back that way. The rocks group ran into an SUV with Americans in it and they were told that the way out was down this sandy road and around the quicksand and estuary but we had to do something before the tide came in or we would be stuck there. Our other two groups got back, we talked about the options, and we went with the SUVs advice and took the road that he took. It was a good call as we later realized that we were on the same route that others before us had taken based on the waypoints. We also came to realize that had we gone the way of the estuary that we might not have made it anywhere and might have gotten trapped by the tides.

The landscape was so much like the landscape at the dry soda lake in the Mojave. The ground all around us to the sides of the roads and for vast expanses looked the same. We passed deep ruts where people had run off the road and we could see the tracks made by lightweight quads. This was the area that articles warn about where vehicles get so stuck in the quicksand and muck that they are left behind, forever. This is also the area that Oscar from the Rocky Point Jeep Club warned us to be careful of. About half way thru this area we were passed by a Hummer full of Mexican troops sporting desert camo, Kevlar covers and “the black rifle” know to many as the M-16. We waved, they waved and we all kept going. Very close to the end of this part of the trail and just before the railroad tracks, we saw what looked to be a brand new paved road. It was! We later learned that Mexico is building a coastal highway from Rocky Point to El Gulfo which I am sure will bring more and more people to the paradise we left earlier in the day.

We got to the railroad tracks a little after noon. That was good because we were on time and the tracks were one landmark that let us know for sure that we were on the right path. Only which path? The new paved road seemed to be done but not open and that would not be fun anyway. There was a hard dirt road on the west side of the tracks but our GPS was showing the path to take was on the east side of the tracks so we followed the trail over the tracks and about the time I crossed the tracks I was approached by a truck with two “park rangers” in it. They asked if any of us spoke Spanish, between 4 of us we realized that the road we were taking was running along the edge of national park and we were told that it is ok to drive the trail but do not go off of the trail or leave any trash behind. That was ok with us because that is part of what we do so we continued. The Jeeps pulling the trailers had to go slow, the road was a series of little hill after hill, almost like sand speed bumps and the short wheelbase with the trailers made driving difficult. Around 1:30, we stopped for lunch in a long wide area where others could easily pass if they needed but we encountered no other vehicles on this part of the trail.

After lunch we hit the trail again, saw a number of eagles and eagles nests. I went ahead as my longer wheelbase and stock suspension made the bumps much easier on my rig, my back and my kidneys. I was scouting staying about a mile or two ahead of the group where I ran into a “Y” where to the left it ran you into a fence and to the right it crossed the tracks and onto a paved road. I passed the info to the group and we agreed that the GPS coordinates of where I was were very close to the meeting place that Oscar gave us to meet the local Jeep club. After everyone caught up we crossed the tracks and drove 4 miles down the road towards Puerto Penasco looking for the meeting place. Someone suggested that since we had 2 hours to meet them and town was only 20 miles away at most that we should air up, get more fuel, ice and brew. As we were, airing up Irv got Oscar on the satellite phone and Oscar said that 3 of his people just radioed him that they found us on the road. So some of us aired up and went to town for fuel and supplies and Oscar was going to meet them there with more of his club and lead them to their private beach for the BBQ and camp that night. The rest followed the first of his group to the private beach.

We get to the private beach and again, paradise. No one anywhere to be seen for as far as you could see. We could see the high-rise hotels and condos in the far distance across the bay in Rocky Point. There were millions of seashells where the high tide deposits them. Our host started setting up under one of the straw roofed “huts” they had built on the beach. There was a large flat area behind the small dunes and they told us would be good to set up camp there. Some of the group was taken for a beach trip up the beach and then back thru the flat area that was inland.

All the time that we were setting up or playing on the beach, our Mexican hosts were firing up grills and other cooking equipment to prepare us dinner. A little after 5 the rest of the group showed up with Oscar and the rest of the Rocky Point Jeep Club.

It was about 6, and Oscar told me that dinner was ready and to let everyone know so I called out to everyone. Like a bunch of hungry cowboys on a cattle drive we headed towards the dining area they had set up carrying cases of brew and bundles of firewood. We were totally surprised when we saw that they had fresh fish tacos ready for us, huge hamburgers that would make a Whopper envious, buns, fresh sliced lettuce, tomatoes, onions, condiments and a guy was making fresh cut French fry’s in a wok over a turkey fryer looking set up. The food was great and there was plenty of it. For those that wanted cheese burgers, not to worry, our hosts even had cheese with them. It was the perfect party and more than we expected. We knew then that we had found new friends and would like to spend more time with them in the future and host them here in the US.

Dinner being over we moved to the campfire that was so big and hot that you could singe your hair sitting just 5 feet from it. Our hosts were toasting marshmallows; we brought out the SMORES making materials and certainly caught the interest of our hosts. They had never seen or tasted SMORES before and they were an instant hit with them. I saw the biggest bag of chicharrones or fried pork rinds/skin for you greenhorns out there. Our hosts shared everything with us and we continued to make SMORES for them. All the while there was passing around of all kinds of fermented and distilled beverages, some even homemade it seems. Everybody was having a great time and life is good.

The crowd around the campfire started to dwindle by 11pm and by midnight; most of us Gringos had gone to bed. Everyone anticipated the trail ride the next day.

Sunday morning, 7am, the camp was stirring, you could smell coffee in the air, Jake was cooking bacon and eggs Anticipation was high as we waited to hit the trail with our new friends from the Rocky Point Jeep Club. Initially we were going to move out by 8 am but there were a few last minute details to work out and not everyone who went to town the night before was back yet. I had time to make a 2nd frozen “egg Mac muffin” in my frozen boil in bags. Finally, at 10am, everyone was ready and we were ready to move ‘em on out.

Some of the group decided to leave their gear and trailers behind, after all we were going to check out the Great Dunes of the Altar Desert, the highest and biggest dunes in the northern hemisphere. We realized early on that checking them out meant we were going to cross this beautiful desert wasteland. The guys who brought their trailers were now just a little apprehensive, me in my stock WJ Grand Cherokee was wondering if I would make it the 1st 100 yards.

We hit the 1st dune with 8lbs of air pressure in the tire. Hey, this isn’t too bad I thought as I came to the top and looked down at all the Jeeps that had gone up ahead of me. Our Mexican counterparts made it look easy, it was apparent that they had done this before and not just once. About that time, Diane suggested I move down and to the left to let more vehicles join the main group. Looking at what was in front of me and just seeing Russ Chung nearly bury his TJ in the sand in the same area, I didn’t get a good feeling but decided to go for it. Bad decision, I got hung up good in the deep soft sand and started sliding sideways into a “bowl”. Our hosts said “no problem, back down into the bowl, and then back up the next dune and get a running start”. Yeah, like I wanted to get deeper into this stuff. I must have had a freaked out look on my face as my Grand Cherokee leaned to the left and I started sliding in a way that was not fun. About that time, some asked if they could try and I eagerly let them take the drivers seat. A few maneuvers of the front wheels and some power in reverse my baby went down the hill up the next hill and looked like a leopard getting ready to pounce. He gave it the gas and easily got out of the predicament. Ok, now I think I have the hang of it, how easy it looks, no more getting stuck!

The group takes off over dunes and more dunes. The guys with the trailers were having difficulties; our Mexican friends started taking trailers to tow one by one. They made it look so easy. Our group was spending more time trying to get thru the sand and it seemed that every few minutes you heard another person say over the CB, “I’m stuck”. Then it was my turn again, I came up over this steep dune and stopped at the exact top to take a picture wrong! My Jeep was hopelessly high centered; here comes Jake and Irv to the rescue with shovels. After that, it was the last time I got stuck for the rest of the trip. However, the mishaps and carnage was just about to begin.

Over the course of the next 15 to 20 miles Jim’s M101 trailer with his new rooftop tent attached went airborne, hit a bump the wrong way and completely flipped over hitting his rear tire carrier with the corner first. It ended up squarely on its “top” with the wheels pointing straight up. It was not only a reminder to us that this was a completely new way of driving on very unfamiliar terrain. It also proved to us that the military pintle hitch is the ONLY way to tow off-road as a regular hitch might have taken his Jeep over with the trailer and caused more damage. They got it righted up, no damage to the trailer, some damage to the roof top tent and one of our hosts offered to tow it the rest of the way. Not too much later Marks Jeep and trailer got sideways on a dune and then kind of jack knifed. Another rescue and another trailer to be pulled by our new friends. Then John cracked the frame of his CJ and broke a brake hard line pulling a JK Rubicon out of the sand, Steve then breaks a rear D44 axle and after a few hours had to leave his Jeep in the desert overnight until he could get parts for at least a temporary repair. More damage was reported, Jim finds that he has also broken some mounts on his lift kit, I think in the area of the arms, I popped a bead, Jim popped a bead, more carnage later with Andrew loosing a u-joint in the rear driveshaft. Lots more little stuff.

The dunes and the scenery were however magnificent. While our driving skills took a while to adjust most of us seemed to get better and better but the dunes were still a challenge and yet, everyone kept saying “we have got to do this again”.

Thirty some miles and 8 hours later, the 1st of our group hit “normal” desert roads again. We grouped up and waited to see if Steve would have to leave his rig overnight or if we could get it out. The word came thru; we had to abandon it for the night. I can only imagine how Steve felt as he bought his CJ new 35 years ago and the word was that it was one of two prototypes testing a new drive train combination.

We left the area for the long ride to Rocky Point in the dark, we got back late and decided to check into a cheap hotel rather than set up camp again. Cheap yes, clean yes, the Hilton, not a chance! No phone, no alarm clock and only 3 cable channels on the TV, 2 showing infomercials and one with American TV programs with Spanish subtitles. The showers were nice, lots of pressure and hot if you wanted them hot. The beds, well, someone said a spring popped them in the bottom; the sheets were so thin you could watch TV thru them and the pillows were far from friendly. Would we stay there again? Of course we would, it was cheap!

After settling down at the motel, we ran into Rocky Point in search for some dinner, and found a place that was open. The service was good the food was good and about 8 of us ended up there and we closed the place down. It was time to hit the road back to the hotel and some well needed rest. When we got back to the hotel there was Al and John with a small charcoal grill cooking pork chops right on the curb, it was a funny sight for sure and pictures were taken for the historical record. Al offered me a pork chop and they smelled too good to turn down. A few minutes later, John opens the lid and asks where his pork chop was huh, “hey Al”! Everyone is now calling it a night.

Monday morning 8am, the group is stirring. We noticed a welding shop across the street so John takes his CJ over to get the frame welded up for the trip home. It didn’t take too long and he was back with his $20 weld. He said that he would take it to Hunter when he got back to clean it up. We were waiting for Oscar and Roho to show up with parts. Roho found an axle that might work for a temp fix. Jim and Russ said they would stay an extra day if necessary to get Steve taken care of and we already knew our Mexican friends were going out of their way to help. The rest of us knowing that Steve was in good hands started for the border, less than two hours away.

We got to Sonoyta at the border crossing not too much after noon and made a stop for, shopping. After about ½ hour we were on the way to the border checkpoint only to find traffic back up. The wait was interesting, people tried to clean my windows at least a half dozen times, people walking thru the cars with bags of tortillas for sale, figurines, art work, hats and just about anything you could imagine. Finally, we are at the checkpoint after nearly an hour and ready for out last leg home.

Just past the Organ Pipe Cactus NM, we find Andrew along side the road. It seems the rear u-joint on his rear drive shaft took a beating in the dunes and finally gave out. He had the wrong u-joint but George came to the rescue with the right one and the experience to change it out in the field. We had about 8 Jeeps along the side of the road. While the repairs were proceeding, we got a visit by the Border Patrol and everything was cool. Finally, we get the driveshaft back on and we all hit the road again but before we come to the home stretch, we had to go thru one more Border Patrol checkpoint before Ajo.

This was a great trip, despite the difficulty and carnage on Sunday pretty much everyone is ready to do it again with their new found driving skills and without trailers next time! Mexico is a beautiful country, rich in culture and history and the people are friendly and helpful. Our new found friends from the Rocky Point Jeep Club are an excellent group, GREAT hosts and people who we want to associate with far into the future!

We plan on inviting our Mexican friends for a Devils Highway run and BBQ later this fall and we are going to plan another Sea of Cortex trip not only this fall but also again next spring. Watch our website www.JeepExpeditions.org for dates and details.

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