Aspen Adventures: Rolling in the Jeep

12000 ft. Three Friends. One rental Jeep. One road which you shouldn't drive if "you don't want want to devalue your vehicle." A 500+ ft drop on the right... And one, very, very large bump.


I've got to hand it to Dave. Humvee training most definitely paid off.

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