Once again, we began our morning with a much needed shower and a trip up to the pavilion for another breakfast of champions, Eggs, bacon, gravy biscuits, coffee and orange juice. We didn’t all make it there at the same time so after each of us were finished we made our way back to the cabin where we started to put together the game plan for the day.

The plan was to first head up to the Windmills with everyone, Erik drove his 40 up too. The trail up to the Windmills was all gravel and we arrived to the Windmills after about 15 minutes or so of climbing.

    After checking the Windmills out we split off from Marshall and Steve so they could do some harder stuff and Erik took an expedition on his own to get a better feel of his 40 since it was the first time it had been off-road.

We had a great time on the trail and got to get some nice flexing in.  Matts FJ Cruiser took a bad line and got a little TOO flexed, close call from the looks of it.


We ran into some fellow cruisers and talked shop for a little bit while a light sprinkle came down to cool things off.  It didn’t help with the dust on the trail though.


We finished the trail ride and stopped to discuss our next move….beer, dinner and the raffle.


We ran into this situation as we were heading out… times.



I’m not sure of the name of the St. Bernard but we referred to him as Cujo, but he was the opposite of Cujo, super nice.  After being on the trail all day we all worked up an appetite, we were ready for the BBQ!


Shot of the crowd on Friday night!  Everyone waiting for the raffle.


ARB swag!  Thanks Eric!


Fixing Erik’s jammed choke.


We closed out the night around the fire pit.


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Day 1 – GSMTR 2015

The bunkhouse David, Matt, Jeremy and Erik ended up in, slept pretty good. There were at least 3 lumberjacks in there sawing logs the whole night though…haha! We all showered and packed everything up and stored it in Eriks truck. Marshall, Steve and Teddy camped out. Breakfast started 7 and so we headed on up to the Pavilion to get some fuel for the long day of wheeling.

 Breakfast of champions! 
After filling up, we met back at the bunkhouse to air down and get our cruisers ready to ride. We also picked up our permits from the Park check-in.



Some pics from day 1 on the trail.




After several exciting hours of wheeling we made it back to camp and were able to check in to our cabin. 


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Trip Up and Arrival – GSMTR 2015

David and Matt met in Mount Pleasant and headed up to Summerville to meet up with Jeremy and Erik. The plan was to take off Jeremy’s roof rack but he decided to keep it on. We hit up Spinks Gas Station (which is AWESOME if you haven’t been) on the way to 26 West.

Spartanburg – We pulled in for gas at another Spinks (YESSS!). Someone saw Erik’s 40 and came over to talk to him. He let Erik know that he works for the local Toyota dealership and that they have 5 different restored 40’s. We ended up stopping by and soon realized we found the 40 mother load in SC!


Asheville -Matt suggested we stop at White Duck Taco in Asheville which was one of his favorite spots. So the Low Country Land Cruisers pulled into White Duck Taco. Matt was able to meet up with a good friend that was visiting Asheville.


It was time to hit the road again, Teddy was waiting to meet us at a rest stop on the highway. We kept checking the CB for him on the way up and finally got him on channel 7. We were able to confirm the location of the rest stop. We met up with Teddy and got back on the road.

Marshall and Steve were trailering their 40’s behind Steve’s badass excursion. That thing seemed to pull them effortlessly. After a while we had to pull over for gas again.

We finally made our way to Windrock. It was a beautiful day the entire trip. We checked into our cabin got settled in and had a couple cold snacks. We rallied troops and went out to dinner at the local mexican joint came back and most of us passed out.

More to come…..

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