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Willys Jeep Carries Family Through Sixty Years of Desert Adventure

Petrolicious Productions By Petrolicious Productions
August 4, 2014
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Story by Larry Shank, photography by the Shank family

Willys Jeeps can go anywhere but they go nowhere quickly. I learned this firsthand as a child growing up in Southern California in the 1950s and ’60s with parents who saw nothing unusual about two-day, open-air drives across the American Southwestern deserts in our family’s CJ-3B. As far as I knew, it was completely normal for families to arrive at their vacation destination–in our case, the the red rock country of Arizona, Utah, or Colorado–sunburned, windblown, and already exhausted. And, to think, this was our idea of a good time!

Whatever the destination, a trip through the otherworldly landscapes of the American Southwest is an adventure, and my mother often turned philosophical about these hot summer drives through the Mojave Desert or the Great Basin.

“The long hours teach you to be thoughtful, to use your imagination and to enjoy the open spaces,” she once told me. “You can stretch your eyes out here.”

She paused and then added, “besides, honey, when we take the Jeep, I don’t have to talk to your father for the whole day.”

In 1949, a few years before I arrived in their lives, Mom and my dad bought a red Willys CJ-2A after learning the hard way (on an ill-advised, National Geographic-inspired trip through roadless backcountry) that their Buick convertible was not built for the rocky desert’s rough terrain. Shortly thereafter, Mom and Dad added a Kenskill teardrop trailer, which provided more room for supplies. On their first trip with the new trailer, however, the whole caravan became part of Utah’s Paria River during a flash flood. They managed to extract the outfit and limp it home but the drivetrain–now equal parts sand, water and 90-weight oil–was never quite the same after that. And so, in 1952, Dad went down to Barney Motors in Burbank, Calif., and bought a brand new green CJ-3B.

The CJ-3B proceeded to pull the teardrop trailer and our family through the next forty years of Southwestern wanderings. I made my first trip in the Jeep-teardrop outfit in 1956, when I was but eighteen months old. Over the coming decades, we navigated canyons and forded streams in Capitol Reef in Utah. We camped along the Colorado River in Glen Canyon on what is now the bed of Lake Powell. In 1955, we returned to our Monument Valley campsite one day to find that it had been overrun by Hollywood: Messrs. John Ford and John Wayne had blown into the area and were filming The Searchers.

Dad was always eager to see what lay over the next hill but he had little time for paved roads. Armed with topographic maps and whatever folk wisdom he could gather from local guides, he preferred to find the next town by navigating stream beds or desolate plateaus, the more rugged the better. He usually had a fair idea of his current location but he wasn’t given to sharing this fact with us, leaving us to believe that he simply had a penchant for getting good and lost several times during each trip. This scared Mom to death, but as a child I didn’t know enough to be frightened. In my young eyes, this was just plain fun.

Back at home, Dad, an inveterate tinkerer, never stopped fine-tuning the family workhorse. In late 1956, tired of second-gear slogs, he installed a 265 cubic inch Chevrolet V8 and along with his friends from Lockheed, where he worked as an engineer, designed and built a new engine/transmission adapter from scratch. Later modifications also included an engine-driven air compressor, eleven-inch brakes, a Warn overdrive, and a whole array of surplus aviation gauges. A variety of racks and mounts for carrying boats, extra fuel, and other sundries, also accumulated over the years.

The family wanderings continued through one last trip with the complete Jeep-trailer combo in the 1980s. The CJ-3B, with Dad at the wheel, remained a frequent site around the streets of Glendale but its age–and that of Dad and Mom–spelled an end to its far-flung adventures. My parents continued to pull the teardrop behind their Oldsmobile wagon well into the early 1990s, and my wife, Pam, and I took them on one last trip with the trailer (this time pulled behind my 1984 Jeep Scrambler) in 1992, but by this time the Jeep and its Kenskill companion were easing into retirement.

Mom and Dad both passed in the early 2000s but thanks to some rejuvenation, the Jeep and trailer are still going strong. Neither truck nor trailer will ever be one-hundred-percent original or receive a frame-off restoration–my parents would have recoiled at the idea. It is, after all, the imperfections on this truck and trailer–what carfolk refer to as patina–that tell the tale of their adventurous life with our family.

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Michael Tim Fornof
Michael Tim Fornof
We have a 1982 CJ 7 and have been towing our 1946 Harri Tear Drop trailer since we purchased the CJ. Before that we used our 81 Toyota Pickup. We purchased the Tear Drop in about 1986 for 100 bucks! We live in the Southwest and have been all over Arizona, New Mexico, California along with parts of Utah and Nevada. We have had to unhook the Tear Drop and chain it over parts the two together just couldn’t make it. We still have both but have not traveled very far in years. The combo makes weekend camping trips to… Read more »
Shayan Bokaie
Shayan Bokaie

Badass!

cindy
cindy

I am so glad that my parents had a 1967 Bronco and a Aristocrat Low-Liner back when I was a child. I have fond memories of being pulled out of school, gotten up at 3:30 AM, and hauled off on some great vacation. Loved your article and all the pictures. Good times.

Dianne
Dianne

I am in tears….

Jeanine
Jeanine

Beautifully written tale — I loved every word of your story, and I’m grateful you shared it. Priceless experiences, and priceless photos as well.

Andre L Hulstaert
Andre L Hulstaert

Amazing indeed and lots of very good and quality pictures. Somebody in the family must have been keep on photography too.
Thanks for sharing !

Nate L
Nate L

Great story! I have a ’71 Landcruiser that I hope one day to pass along to my kids. Just hope they have as fond of memories as Larry did!

Mike B
Mike B

Absolutely fantastic story! I would love to do this with my Scrambler!

Bo Choroszewski
Bo Choroszewski
Did the frame get stretched when the box did? cool mod. I’ve been bombing around in my 1961 IH scout and towing a Kamperoo pop up with my 2yo son all summer. Top off, windshield folded down, wide brimmed hats and sunscreen. A tarp in case of rain. Same idea, we’ll get anywhere but nowhere fast. I avoid highways out of consideration for other motorists as it tops out at 40mph. I hope to create some memories for my son Tim also. This story hit close to home, I thought I was the only fool out there:) Thanks petrolicious!
Aaron McKenzie
Aaron McKenzie

The Shank family also had the foresight to carry a movie camera along on their desert wanderings. Check out the old (color!) running footage of this Jeep and trailer at the links below:

Reel 1: [url=”http://cj3b.info/Owners/Shank/ShankMovies1H264.html” target=”_blank”]Glendale[/url]
Reel 2: [url=”http://cj3b.info/Owners/Shank/ShankMovies2H264.html” target=”_blank”]Capitol Reef and Canyonlands [/url]
Reel 3: [url=”http://cj3b.info/Owners/Shank/ShankMovies3H264.html” target=”_blank”]Glen Canyon and Monument Valley[/url]

Jaime Baker
Jaime Baker

Thanks for sharing Aaron.

jmc
jmc

Great story and fantastic pictures to back it up!

Dustin Rittle
Dustin Rittle

I love all the pictures and this is by far one of the best articles on here. You don’t need something flashy or expensive to have fun just go out there and make some memories. I think we all can agree we want to see this Jeep in another sixty years. Keep driving on!

Todd Cox
Todd Cox

Win.

Emanuel Costa
Emanuel Costa

Lovely, lovely story, really. Your family is an inspiration, and the photos are fabulous. Love the part about the encounter with Hollywood!

Alexander Bermudez
Alexander Bermudez

Awesome story, what an amazing childhood!

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