What made all of us gather here, in this uneasy environment? The love of great people reunited in the great outdoors. The feeling of togetherness. Being with people that have put the same passion and energy in building their home-on-wheels. That skoolie kid playing with that Westy kid. That unimog dog running after the sprinter dog. Roadside stories and travel tips are shared over the fire, and sincere laughs can be heard until late at night. 

On Saturday, here's this other tradition from Descend: the Syncro run. Anyone willing to crawl their vehicle along the gnarly path leading down to the hole enthusiastically joins the roaring caravan. Pedestrians walk along, their faces covered with bandanas, contemplating the line up of impressive vintage rigs. Syncros, Troopers, Pinzgauers, 1st gen 4runners, beefed up bay windows and split windows even... it's a truly impressive mix. 

 In the dust pit, a large circle is formed. Bikers are going around in donuts covered in a sticky dust. In the middle, a sand pile: the most adventurous will jump their rigs, to everyone's delight. No better place to break a CV: on this day, the sum of suspension parts and mechanical knowledge down this hole is greater than in the entire Pacific Northwest.