I hauled the "haunted trailer" off the ranch. It contained many original parts, 200 pounds of squirrel poop (measured on a postal scale), and a few dozen really angry paper wasps that are currently being transported to Colorado.

Well let's hear the rest of the story. How did the 6.5 earn its place in the drive? Is it a romance? A thriller or just a mystery?

I haven't towed much beyond a utility trailer in years. Tom came out to the ranch to claim the trailer and brought a 2WD Surburban. We jacked the trailer and put new wheels/tires on it but he wasn't getting it out on the road with his 'burb. I hitched it to the 6.5 and rocked it out of the holes, three-pointed it in the clearing and drug it out of an area that isn't much better than loose sand, down a freshly cleared trail, across a wash and up to the gate. It was some rough going. Moving down the road with the boost fooler on "max boogie" (it codes if set above 2.5K), I feathered the APP to keep the boost at 11-12 psi; EGT was unremarkable. We swapped the trailer onto his 'burb in a church parking lot and wished him luck. After a 60 mile drive back to Enid, his bearings were still cool.

Oh, how I wanted that trailer off the ranch.

Granite Falls sure is pretty. I've only been there once. I grew up in Federal Way and spent a bunch of summers out on Mason Lake, just north of Shelton.

Nice tow, but those old guys dont weigh a whole lot, used to get pulled w/lincons and chevy caprices by the old timers.