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On another trip, Sundance, Wild Coyote, and I took the right
fork at the intersection and found another access to I-70, but we passed the
access and took a faint trail going north.
It did appear on our map but was simply a dotted line with no name or
description. In a few minutes we came to
a screeching halt at the bottom of what
we soon named, “Lucky Ledge.”
Wild Coyote went ahead to check it out and reported back on
the C.B. radio that the road was too narrow to get through. I left my truck behind and walked up to the
point he was looking at.
“I think we can fit through there,” I grinned.
“You’re crazy,” Sunshine replied. She looked at Sundance. “He’s crazy you know. Don’t follow him through there.”
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A tight squeeze on Lucky Ledge
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