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100 Acre Wood rally

Trip to the 100 Acre Wood

I was once again given the job as Steward for the Rally America 100 Acre Wood Rally. It was held in Salem Missouri, the last weekend of February.

I headed out on Thursday and after driving through some huge thunder storms arrived in time to observe registration and Tech inspection. Both were held at the Dent County fire Station which shows the kind of support they get form the community there.

It was fun to connect with some rally people that I have not seen in a couple of years. I found out that the former organizer of the even Kim Demotte was driving his old Datsun 510 in the event. It as fun to see Kim behind the wheel and in a very well prepared old Datsun.

I caught up with my fellow stewards and we made a plan for the weekend. I went back to my room at the holiday inn and studied the maps and route books. I sat in on the Novice driver class and part of the worker training meeting.

The first day of the rally started in Potosi which is about a two hour drive from Salem. I plotted a route that would take me past a couple of the stages that were to be used later in the day so I could check them out.

I enjoyed the delicious Holiday Inn Express cinnamon rolls while I chatted with the other stewards and other people from Rally America. I looked out and saw that it had snowed overnight. Eventually I headed out to Potosi.

I turned off on TT to check out stage 6. I was quickly met by Road Closed signs and after driving past them, I saw the cause. One of the many low water crossings was flooded by the huge storms that had passed through the area the day before.

In this part of Missouri, they don’t build bridges much. They just pave the bottom of the creek beds. Sometimes they build a small elevated concrete platform to with some culverts so that some of the water can flow under and the rest flows over when it rains. Due to the heavy rains, the creeks were very deep.

I made my way to the start of the stage and was able to get through. The stage road was fine but I then became trapped by the high water again. I had to reverse my course and find another way out.

I met up with the Safety Steward who was looking at the spectator area on stage 5. We both found that we could not follow our proposed route due to very high water on one of the longer crossings. We had to plot a different course that took us out of the way but generally toward Potosi.

I made it to the Parc Expose in Potosi just as cars were starting to arrive and helped set up the first MTC and the start of the Super Special Stage. The Super Special was a rally cross like course around the fair grounds there.

There was a big puddle of water on the inside of the final turn right at the finish line. It was fun to watch the cars splash through. The finish control workers eventually decided to move to the other side of the road to give the competitors more room.

After watching a few cars run the Super Special, I headed out to the first forest stage. Due to some flooding o the transit, the rally master rerouted the course. I observed to make sure every thing was handled correctly and it was. We received a report that Travis Pastrana had crashed on the stage. After the stage was run, I followed the sweep team and helped them drag what was left of Travis’s car to a safe place off the road.

Travis’s Navigator remembered me when he saw me. I had towed his car back to service in one of the Cherokee Trails rallies.

Near the end of the stage I came across one of the participants in our rookie school from the night before. His car had a coolant leak and the engine computer had shut it down on low water. I gave him a jug of anti freeze from my Jeep and some bottles of water. He filled it up and drove to the end of the stage.

I stayed at the finish and watched the second pass through the stage. It was much less eventful than the first.

After that I headed to Steelville to check out service. Along the way, I saw one of the competitors disabled along the transit. I picked them up and gave them a ride to service.

After service in Steelville, I checked on the control checking crews out and then headed back to Salem. I was dark and late when I got back. The stewards met with the Rally Chairman to make adjustments to the procedures for the next day.

Saturday started early with a 7:30 am stewards meeting. I enjoyed the delicious Holiday Inn Cinnamon rolls again. Then I headed to the downtown Parc Expose. I wandered up and down the street looking at the cars and talking with the competitors.

After Parc Expose, I headed out to observe the start of the stages. This stage was repeated directly and I was concerned that they would not get it cleared in time. However, the Rally Master had prepared well and the stage was restated on time.

However after just a few cars started, one crashed blocking the stage road. The remaining cars were turned around and sent to the next stage. I transited the stage and ended up assisting the sweep jeeps with moving the car and a a huge rock that the car had moved into the road.

Luckily then Jeeps were equipped with winches and we were able to easily winch the car off the road and then move the big rock out of the road as well. Moving the rock was a bigger challenge than moving the car but with some simple rigging of a strap and a snatch block, we were able to get it clear of the road.

I then moved down to stage nine to make sure that the lack of transit times had not caused too much trouble for the control workers. After the stage I decided to follow the sweep vehicles again to see if they were doing their job correctly. Just a short way into the stage, there was a Honda stuck just off the road. The fast sweep had stopped to give them a chance to get back in the rally. I Pulled off the road well behind all the sweep vehicles and assisted in the recovery as well as checking on the competitors.

When it was all cleaned up, I walked back to my Jeep and noticed that the door would not open. I looked closer and realized that the Sweep truck had backed into my fender pushing it into the door. I had to dig in the back to find a pry bar to move the fender so I could get in. I caught up with them later and asked the guy about hitting my Jeep. He tried to deny he had hit it but them I showed him the matching scrape on the side of his truck.

I drove on to Viburnum to check on service there. After service, I headed up to Stages 12 and 14 which was a turn around stage. I assisted in setting up the finish control where the start had been. The control workers offered me a sandwich. I guess I looked hungry and I was.

I worked my way back to Salem in time for the champagne spray for the winners. They can’t use real champagne due to Salem’s laws about open containers of alcohol so they use sparkling grape juice.

The awards party at the eagles lodge lasted well into the morning. I made it back to my room and fell asleep around two am.

The drive home on Sunday was pleasant with much better weather than the trip out. I missed a turn. I ended up north of my intended route but found an interesting mining museum. It was not open but I took time to explore outside the fence and found it very interesting. It did not say what they mined there, but since the towns have names like Steelville, Iron Town and the like I assume they mined iron ore.

I crossed the Mississippi at Cape Gerardo. The Mississippi river was much higher than it had been on the trip out.

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Stone Door

Stone Door

I have wanted to visit The Stone Door for years. I was never quite sure where it was although I had seen the brown signs many times as I traveled to Middle Tennessee. One very cold day I decided to go.

The Stone Door is located in the Savage Gulf wilderness area. The entrance is in Beersheba Springs, TN. Once you find Beersheba Springs, just follow the brown signs.

There is a very nice Ranger Station at the entrance with large clean heated restrooms. There is a large parking area so I suspect that this place gets crowded in the summer. We pretty much had the place to ourselves on this cold December day.

We loaded my dog Smash in the back of Bertha our GMC Suburban. There had been snow a few days before but we found the roads clear. Jennifer brought along her boys Hunter and Caleb, and she and Janice packed us a picnic lunch.

I managed to make one wrong turn along the way and followed a sign to Savage gulf instead of waiting for the sign to Stone Door. That lead us to another nice picnic spot that I will revisit when it is warmer. There is a trail to a waterfall there. We simply used their restroom facilities and let Smash get a drink. Then we headed to the other side of the gulf to find the Stone door.

Right behind the ranger station is a very pretty waterfall called Laurel falls. It drops off an under cut rock. Due to the extreme cold there were lots of very pretty icicles hanging off the rocks. We did not spend a lot of time here; just enough to see the falls. There was ice on the trail that made walking hazardous and we were concerned that the two young boys were getting a bit close to the edge. The trail makes a loop that returns to the ranger station.

Next we took the trail to the Stone Door. That is what I came to see. The trail begins as a narrow paved walkway. There is what looks like an old Jeep trial that runs parallel to the trail. Smash and I hiked part of the Jeep trail and really wished they would let us drive on it.

Smash was very excited to be there and seemed to forget some of his leash training. He wanted to run ahead of every one and tugged on the leash a bit. After a few reminders, he clamed down and behaved. He still did not like it if one of the boys tried to walk in front of him. He preferred being the lead dog.

We traded out who held the leash and it seemed whomever had it always ended up out walking the rest of the group. But we managed to stay close together. The pavement ends at a beautiful overlook of the gulf. We could hear the water rushing in the creek below. The view of the cliffs and the lush forest was breathtaking. So was the cold wind so we did not stay much longer than required to take a few pictures. Smash was also very impatient.

The trail winds through the woods along the edge of the gulf. There was one very interesting gnarly old pine tree along the way. Smash gave it a sniff and continued on along the trail.

Eventually we reached the Stone Door. It did not seem like much at first then I stepped in between the rocks and realized the magnitude of it. The Doorway is a very narrow passage between two rocks that tower at least 100 feet above the canyon below.

There is a narrow staircase formed form rocks leading down to the valley below. Icicles hung from the cliffs above and ice coated many of the steps. I had to be very careful walking and holding Smash’s leash. He was in a huge hurry to get to the bottom and I did not want either of us to fall.

Once we made it safely to the bottom and looked up, I saw how truly amazing the place is. The tall rocks seem to dwarf the narrow staircase.

Once every one made it down we took some time to explore the ledge below the cliff. There were some interesting overhangs and little caves in the cliff walls. There were more stairs leading to the valley even further below but we did not continue down. The boys had fun exploring the rocks and ledges and breaking off icicles.

We finally decided to hike back up and out. Hiking up the slippery steps was actually easier than going down.

At the top I explored the rocks that I had ignored on the way down. There is an interesting gap between the main mountain and the edge of the cliff. It looks like the cliff edge has slid off some creating a gap. There was also a very interesting looking sinkhole that Smash sniffed.

Once back on the trail Hunter lost some interest in hiking and decided he was tired. He is only five. But when I told him he had to look out for bears and growled behind him he took off running back toward the ranger station.

Back at the Suburban, we unpacked our picnic and commandeered a table. We dined on sandwiches and chips and pork rinds. Smash enjoyed a few snacks as well.

We ate briskly due to the very cold temperature. We were all very happy to be back in the warmth of the Suburban for the trip home.

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Snow in Tennessee

The Blizzard of 2011-01-11

Snow in Tennessee

We thought we might get a little snow. Our snow always comes from the south. If it comes from the west it looses all its moisture crossing the plateau and by the time it backs up against the Appalachians, it is just cold or rain. The weather models called for three to five inches of snow and more south of us as the jet stream brought cold air south from Canada and moist air north from the Gulf of Mexico.

At midnight there was still no snow. There was a dusting early in the morning and Jennifer took a snapshot of the deck when it first turned white to preserve the memory is case that was all we got. I slept quietly in the down stairs room oblivious to the weather outside.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a big drift in the crotch of the tree visible from the window. I was surprised how the snow had collected there. Then I stepped to the window and looked at the ground. Everything was covered. There was a deep layer of powder covering the woods and yard.

I bundled up and took Smash outside. He loved romping in the deep powder. Getting snow at all in Southeast Tennessee is rare. Normally we get slush and it melts quickly so you have to get out early to see any of it.

So Smash and I headed for the creek. Only one unknown animal had crossed the path that morning. We left the first tracks in the snow. I stood and looked out at the ice on the fast flowing Cohulla Creek. The small branch that flows across my property was covered in a thin layer of ice. Smash wanted to go on his normal rounds in the woods but he decided to turn back and follow me.

Just as we were heading back to the house, Smash suggested one trail and I was returning on another, we heard noises from above. Jennifer and Caleb were making their way down to the creek. Janice had wisely elected to stay warm and thankfully make us pancakes.

I waited for them to make it down to the creek and we enjoyed the stillness of the forest draped in white. We hiked back up the hill to the house.

After some warm pancakes, I decided to get Scuffy out of the barn and go for a ride in the snow. I plowed through the snow easily and after a circle around the driveway, I decided to go see how the main road looked. There was a good eight to ten inches every where. There must have been some deeper drifts in the driveway because in some places you could see where the diff had drug in the center between the tracks of the Maxxis Buckshots.

Janice and Jennifer squeezed into the passenger racing bucket seat together and we drove out to the road. Scuffy climbed the hill easily but the engine was running really rough. Thinking back to the last time I got gas I realized it was on the way to Harlan for the fall crawl. So it could be that the low fuel light actually meant something this time. The big engine sputtered a few times but we made it to the road and back. It looked like only one of my neighbors had ventured out. Keith Valley road was still completely covered in snow.

Since Scuffy was running so poorly, I put him back in the barn before I got stranded. We then took Jennifer’s Jeep Princess out for a romp in the snow. Her Dick Cepek Crushers did well in the snow too.

Out at the main road I popped the transfer case into two wheel drive for a moment and spun a 180 to head back to the house. I put it back into 4wd just to be safe.

With Princess safely back on the porch, we decided to try the sled. The snow was too deep and fluffy for my steel runner style sled to go down. It kept getting buried in the snow. It looked like it would be an all day job to use the shovel and pack down a path for the sled. So Jennifer suggested that I use Princess to pack the snow.

I drove around the driveway and then pointed her Jeep up our sled run. It climbed easily to the top. I lost traction briefly near the crest but I just let the tires turn slowly until they got grip again so as not to spin out all our snow.

With two compressed paths down the hill we were soon able to work out a nice sled run. Smash enjoyed chasing us up and down the hill. He also provided entertainment between runs by grabbing a mouthful of snow and then laying on his back with his feet in the air and wiggling around like he was making a snow angle. He did this several times and I laughed so hard I hurt every time he did it.

Eventually we tired of trekking up and down the hill and packed it in. Janice made us some yummy Carroll Shelby Chili.

I decided to brave the roads and go get some gas for Scuffy. I expected the main roads to be clear with the crews having all day to work on them. We all loaded up in Princess. Caleb did not understand why he needed to get dressed. He was sure that PJ pants and no shirt was plenty for a trip to town. We waited while his mom encouraged him to at least take warmer clothes with him.

When I reached Keith Valley I was surprised to see it looked much the same as it did on my earlier venture. There was a tiny strip of pavement visible in the oncoming lane but the rest of the road was covered in snow and slush. The worst part about driving on it was that most people who had gone ahead of us had driven near the center of the road. There was still deep snow near the shoulder making it difficult to see where the road ended and the deep ditch began.

I had no trouble driving in the snow, but meeting oncoming traffic was difficult due to having to move over into the deeper stuff. And occasionally the people coming toward me wanted to use part of my lane as well even though they had more room than I did.

I was expecting Spring Place Road to be clear because it is a State Highway and they usually run plows and salt trucks even when there is no snow. Boy was I surprised. I had noticed Jennifer getting a bit nervous each time I met someone so I asked her how she felt about my continuing on in her Jeep to the gas station. She bravely encouraged me to go on.

I did a fun drift out onto the Sate Highway and then settled back into what looked like my lane. The road was completely covered in snow at that point. However just over the hill, ruts in each lane made it down to the pavement.

About halfway into town, we met a road grader plowing in the opposite direction. The inbound lane I was using was still pretty slick but easily passable in 4wd.

The gas station did not look like it had seen much activity during the day as there were just a few tracks in their parking lot. I filled my gas can with 93 octane while Jennifer refueled Princess. I would have just stolen fuel from one of my other Jeeps but none of them had the 93 octane that Scuffy’s racing engine requires.

I was fully expecting to catch the road grader as we headed back home. I was using two wheel drive as I drove along now in the dark. Then, suddenly, not far from where we had met the grader on our way into town, we hit snow covered road again. I was happy for the shift on the fly capability of the 231 transfer case as I moved the lever to 4H just as we hit the edge of the snow and ice. I guess the Grader operator had reached the end of his shift but I did not notice where he parked it.

We drove on snow and ice back to the turn on Keith Valley. We could see flashing brake lights near the turn. It looked like some one had a stalled truck and was being serviced in the middle of the road. I guess you have to work on it where it dies but thankfully he was just past our turn off.

The return trip was not so bad because I was able to easily drive on my side of the road. I did have a little trouble with oncoming traffic not wanting to stay on their side but I could easily slow down and let them slip past. Having two tires on wet pavement and two in snow and ice made for much firmer footing. However the lock right locker did make a few unexpected disengagements and sudden reengagements.

I later went out a poured the fuel into Scuffy and made sure it ran OK. Then we used Princess to tow the trash can out to the road just in case the trash truck decided to brave the weather.

This morning I made a few more sled runs before pointing Scuffy toward town. Keith Valley was slushier than the night before and easier to stay on my side of the road. There were still some drifts on the northbound lane.

I switched into 2wd at Spring Place Road. It still did not look plowed or salted but it was more slush than ice or snow. I am not used to driving Scuffy on pavement and with the still aired down Maxxis Buckshots, it was a bit wiggly but 45 MPH was no problem.

I saw a snow plow on HWY 64 and I accelerated up to 55 to match traffic. I got the hang of the wiggles caused by aired down tires and no sway bars.

In town I was surprised that at the busy intersection of 25th and Keith St, there was still a lot of snow. I stayed in 2wd but that caused a little dance in the rear as I accelerated from the stop light.

Westside drive leading toward my office looked like it had been plowed and salted. But Norman Chapel road and the Adkisson Drive in front of the Cleveland State Campus looked worse than Keith Valley. I put my Jeep back in 4wd to get over the speed humps.

As I pulled into the office I was met by the UPS truck. She was trying to back up to one of the bay doors but not doing too well. She eventually gave up and turned around. She had no trouble going forward. There was only a couple of cars in the office parking lot and it has been very quiet here so far today.

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Black Mountain Adventure

Black Mountain Off Road Adventure

The XJlist folks met once again for their Annual Fall Crawl at Black Mountain in Harlan Ky. The trails of Harlan County offer a wide variety of trails and fun. This year however a new varied element was added to the mix: changing weather.

The group began arriving Thursday morning coming from east west and south to meet at camp 3 half way up Black Mountain. Most traveled in rain all morning to reach the park where the skies were clear. But the morning rain had made the step gravel climb to the camp site very slick.

After paying for camping and buying a Harlan County Sticker, I asked the guy about the road. He assured me that it had been graded since I had been there in the spring and if I made it up then I should have no trouble. Note that he drives a Sentra.

I put the Suburban in Low Range and headed up the hill. I noticed a bit too late that it looked like someone had had a hard time getting up and had done a lot of spinning. I got on the throttle to build momentum but it was too little too late and I came to a stop with all four wheels spinning. Then I started moving backward.

I tapped the brakes and the trailer brakes helped hold it in place. However moving backward turned up not to be an option either as I started to slide toward the edge of the road where there is a huge drop off. I did however slide far enough tot the right for Jenny to squeeze past and hook a strop to the front. With a tug from her Jeep, I made it up just fine. I looked back and saw Neal’s Jeep parked on the side and realize that he must have made it to the same spot with similar results and unloaded his Jeep to make it up the hill.

Once at camp, we set up our tent and greeted our friends. The weather was quite warm and then suddenly a breeze popped up. Matt’s tent was set up but not staked. He looked up juts in time to watch it float over the edge of the cliff into the kudzu below. He managed to catch it before it got out of reach unlike a few years ago when he had to don his repelling gear and be winched down and back to get his tent from a similar incident.

After a leisurely time of unloading, airing down and disconnecting sway bars, we headed out to explore some new trails. We began with a new cut off form trail 45 called Pappy’s Bypass. It was a narrow muddy trail with lots of switchbacks and great views of the fall leaves in the valley below.

We reached White Tail camp and the weather shifted. It went from warm and clear to thunder and hail. We sought cover under the shelter and watched as the storm blew over quickly and then shifted to snow. As the snow died down we began to play on the rocks and hill climbs there.




After some play time we headed back along trail 15. This trail is fun when dry and very exciting when wet and slick. The very last section consists of a couple of very steep switchbacks where you just have to make a controlled slide down. Lots of fun to end the first day.

Back at camp Evan had arrived and started a fire. We sat around and caught up with our friends and cooked supper.

The next morning we saw snow on the upper parts of the mountain but none in our camp. We headed up to Middle Fork and considered a run up 15. Several of the group played on the first steep hill. Some made it and some did not. Knowing the second hill is the one that is really a challenge in the wet, we split into two groups – Swampers and other tires.

We met back up where 15 and 12 come together. Surprisingly we arrived at the rendezvous point at exactly the same time. We merged the groups back together and headed to ward the stadium area which has several hill climbs. Along the way Neal noticed a small rock garden so we went back and played on it and posed for photos on the hills there.

Matt noticed his cross member had come loose and his transfer case was dangling. We made a very temporary trail fix and left his Jeep there while we explored further down the trail.

The snow was really coming down at this point. Those of us with out doors were getting our seats soaked as Matt sat in my passenger seat and soaked his pants. Cold and wet we made out way to the Truck Challenge course and the soup bowl.

We quickly found a pile of rocks to play on and Josh and Evan gave a go at swimming in the soup bowl. I started to explore the area a bit when I heard a strange noise. The noise turned out to be my front drive shaft separating from the front yoke. One of the strap bolts had sheared off and I lost a cap in the process. I pulled the shaft and prepared to make my way back to camp in 2wd.

Back at camp, Matt started work on his cross member while I worked on extracting the broken bolt from the yoke. Once it was out, Wayne Sr gave me a spare bolt and a strap. Evan donated a U joint. I pressed in a new joint and waited for daylight to install the shaft.

Matt had no luck fixing his cross member so he elected to leave his Jeep at camp and ride shotgun. We built a huge fire and enjoyed telling stories well into the chilly night.

The next morning it was cold and clear with lots of snow visible o the mountain. The plan was to go back up the twisty trail 15 and then work our way back through the massive park on trail we have not run before.

Trail 15 took most of the morning as Mitch G got scarily sideways near the top and required a strap and assistance from Frosty’s Toyota to get pointed back up the hill.

Josh made a run and his Swampers pulled him up easily. So we staged him with a strap near the top to give a tug to those who needed it. Jenny made a run and had a huge mudslinging fun time making it look easy. I followed her up and made it without assistance as well.

Once we had all the Jeeps to the top, we headed on to White Tail for lunch. We ate lunch under spitting snow and then headed out for a trail ride. Neal and Evan headed to town for fuel while I lead the group toward trail 22. We had planned to run T.R.O.U.B.L.E. but when we got there it was covered in very slick leaves and it looked like no one had run it in a while. The consensus was that it would be more fun to go up than down so we elected to skip it for the time.

I lead the group on to 18 which has two fun climbs back to the main trail. The first had a big log on the side that was impossible to avoid in the slick conditions. I think Jenny’s bumper cap was the only casualty of the otherwise very fun climb. The second climb was fun as well with a big rock that scraped a few wheels as we climbed.

We all collected at the Lower rock garden and played there for a while. Jenny made good use of her new Crusher tires and crawled easily through the lower section while frosty and Josh ran the garden backwards toward her.

After getting our fill of the Rock Garden we headed off to let Jenny redeem herself on rail bed. Last time here, she slipped on the exit and had to be extracted.

This time Rail bed was even more intimidating. The rocks were wet and slick and most of the smaller ones and even some of the big ones had washed down the hill.

Near the three quarter mark of the trail, Mitch popped a tire off the bead and Neal drove backwards down the trail so his onboard air line would reach. After the tire repair, Neal positioned his Jeep to use the winch to help people over the nasty V notch made by two big rocks.

There are three exits to rail bed. One requires a lot of clearance to get over a huge boulder. The other is the one that Jenny slipped off of last time and is now even more narrow and dangerous. The only viable option for most of us was a steep muddy climb. We positioned a winch at the top and another Jeep with a strap to assist.

Jenny made it over the V notch fine and was almost up the muddy hill when she hung her diff on a rock and had to have a strap to help her get the rest of the way out. I got hung on the same rock and had to have a bit of a tug as well.

Once every one was up and out, we gathered some fire wood and made a dash back to camp. The sunset on the snow covered mountains made for a beautiful drive back to camp.

The crew made dinner in record time and we enjoyed our huge steaks and potato boats as darkness settled in. Me enjoyed looking up at the bright stars and enjoyed another evening of fellowship around the camp fire. For desert, we warmed up some apple and pumpkin turnovers that my mother made for the trip.

Sunday morning dawned crisp and cold and we all fought ice as we packed up our tents and gear. A heavy layer of frost covered out trailers and everything left outside. We took our time loading up and the remaining group made a final stop at the Harlan Huddle House before parting ways.

This trip was one of the most adventurous yet for me even if we did not conquer as many obstacles. The cold wet weather made simply driving the trails a challenge. Three days of sliding and sliding has defiantly given me a better feel for driving my Jeep and improved my confidence. Black Mountain Adventure area sure lived up to its name this trip!

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Potty Training Little Jeepers

Potty Training Little Jeepers

On our last trip to Golden Mountain Off Road Park, I enjoyed seeing a buggy with a car seat strapped in the back. Kids love off roading and they love all the bouncing around at any age. But carrying a diaper bag and finding a place to change a dirty one can be pretty tough on the trail.

So you need to get that little Jeeper potty trained ASAP!

My JeepGirl friends have the solution. Janice developed this method while she was teaching at day care teaching two year olds. She studied all the various methods out there and came up with one that worked for her and her kids. Jennifer has taken the original idea and developed it into a web site where you can learn the tricks and use them on your own little Jeeper.

Using the method will take a bout a week of prep work and a weekend of adventure time with your little Jeeper. This is not anything that we as Jeepers and off road adventurers are not accustomed to.

Check out her site at http://pottytrainingsite.com. She will answer all your questions and even help coach you through the process if you need a little assistance. You can also see her Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/pottytrainingsite. She is a fellow Jeeper and mother of three so she understands your Potty Training Problems and Frustrations better than anyone.

Check it out and get that little Jeeper out of diapers and into some big kid underwear this coming weekend. Save the diapers for drying out a distributor.