🐗 First Annual Rocky Mountain ATV/MC Porker Run — Mesquite, NV
Three Routes. One Community. Cabin Canyon — 52 Miles, Difficulty 5/10.

There’s a certain feeling you get when you roll into a first‑year event.
It’s raw. It’s unpolished. It’s honest.
People are figuring it out together — shaking hands with strangers, checking out each other’s builds, laughing like they’ve already shared a trail or two. That’s the kind of energy I live for. No ego. No expectations. Just a bunch of riders showing up because the desert calls and we answer.
That was Rocky Mountain ATV/MC first annual Porker Run.

We pulled in early. The sun was barely up, but the flags were already snapping in the wind. You could feel the buzz — that mix of “let’s ride” and “let’s see what this becomes.”
At one point, a guy I’d never met walked over, pointed at my rig, and said, “You running Cabin Canyon? Good choice.”
Just like that, we were talking like old friends.
That’s off‑road culture — simple moments that open the door.
And the air had that crisp desert bite to it — the kind that wakes you up better than coffee ever could.

Three Routes, Three Ways to Show Up
🟢 Three Corners — Easy
A mellow, scenic loop. The kind of ride where you can breathe, look around, and remember why you fell in love with the desert in the first place.
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🟡 Cabin Canyon — Medium (Our Run)
52 miles. Difficulty 5/10.
Right in the sweet spot.
Cabin Canyon gave us everything:

• Rocky climbs that made you pay attention
• Tight canyon walls that forced you to slow down and take it in
• Open stretches where the whole group found its rhythm
• Red‑rock layers stacked like history books
• Caves tucked into the cliffs
• Joshua trees standing like old friends
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  There was a moment halfway through when the group stopped at a lookout.
  Nobody said much — we just stood there, breathing in the dust and the silence, staring out across a valley that looked like it went on forever.
  Those are the moments that stick.
  It wasn’t a punishing ride. It was a good ride — the kind that lets you settle in and enjoy the day.

🔴 Lime Kiln — Difficult
The challenge route.
The “you’re gonna feel this tomorrow” route.
The Lime Kiln crew came back dusty, tired, and smiling — which tells you everything you need to know.

This was the part that stuck with me.
Every stop turned into a conversation.
Every trail section turned strangers into riding buddies.
By the end of the day, I had names, stories, and laughs from people I didn’t even know existed yesterday.
That’s the heart of MnK —
adventure builds connection, and connection builds community.
If you’ve been needing a reason to get out and ride, this is it.

Cabin Canyon didn’t disappoint.
Mesquite never does.
The terrain out there has a way of grounding you.
You look out across those valleys and ridgelines, and it hits you — how small you are, how big the world is, and how lucky you are to be out in it.
There’s something honest about the desert.
It doesn’t pretend to be anything it’s not.
It shows you exactly what it is — rugged, beautiful, unforgiving, and worth every mile.

What the Day Meant
For me, this ride wasn’t just about the trail.
It was about showing up.
It was about meeting new people.
It was about being part of something at the very beginning — before it gets big, before it gets polished, before it becomes a tradition.
There’s something powerful about being there for year one.
And if this was the starting point, the Porker Run is going to grow fast.

We came for the ride.
We left with new friends, new stories, and a day that felt like the start of something bigger.
That’s what MnK is about —
showing up, pushing forward, and finding your people along the way

Some Saturdays feel like they were made for the MnK crew. Today was one of those days — the kind where the desert opens up, the engines fire, and everyone knows it’s going to be a good one before the first mile even rolls under the tires.
We unloaded nine side‑by‑sides and one Jeep in Mesquite, NV. Early sun, perfect weather, and that familiar mix of dust, fuel, and anticipation. No overplanning. No tight schedule. Just a handful of trails pulled from onX Offroad and the freedom to chase whatever looked interesting.

Trail Run Highlights

We started with a plan and let the desert rewrite it as we went.

• Insane in the Membrane — fast, loose, and the perfect warm‑up to shake the week off.
• Old Moron Wagon Trail — rocky, stubborn, and the kind of terrain that tests both suspension and patience.
• Three Corners — wide open, scenic, and the stretch where everyone found their groove.
• Whatever Else Looked Fun — because the best rides happen when you follow curiosity instead of a checklist.
  The Jeep held its own all day — crawling where it needed to crawl, flexing through the rough stuff, and proving that every crew needs at least one rig built like a brick with wheels.

Rolling Ten Deep

Ten rigs changes the whole rhythm of a ride. Different driving styles, different personalities, same mission: ride hard, laugh harder.
The radios stayed alive with the usual mix of jokes, warnings, and “you’re not gonna believe this” moments. The kind of day where everyone’s in sync without trying, and the miles feel lighter because of who you’re riding with.

Ending the Day Right

We wrapped the ride in Logandale, dropping down to the river as the sun started to fade.
Cold water. Warm BBQ. Dusty faces. Tired arms. Full hearts.
The kind of ending that makes the whole day feel earned.

What Days Like This Mean to MnK
Great weather. Great rides. Great times.
This is what MnK is built on — community, adventure, and the reminder that life feels better when you’re out there doing something that makes you feel alive.

We rolled into KOA Avi on Wednesday, got camp set up, and felt that instant shift — the kind that reminds you to slow down and breathe a little deeper. KOA Avi makes everything easy. No hauling machines around. No complicated plans. Just park, settle in, and know that every ride for the next few days starts right from your campsite.
From Wednesday through Sunday, it became the perfect base for a simple, no‑stress UTV getaway.

Day 1 — Oatman, AZ: A Ride Into the Old West
Thursday morning, the desert was calling. I fired up the UTV and headed toward Oatman, letting the miles wake me up. The trail in was classic Arizona — wide open, dusty, and honest.
Oatman had its usual mix of burros, tourists, and old‑west charm. I grabbed lunch, walked the street, and soaked in the town’s quirky personality. Then it was back on the trail, riding straight into camp with that “first day was a win” feeling.

Day 2 — Blondies Bar in Golden Shores: Easy Miles, Good Food
Friday’s ride took me out to Golden Shores and over to Blondies Bar. It was one of those smooth, steady desert runs where you settle into the seat and let the world fall away for a while.
Blondies delivered — cold drink, good food, and that familiar mix of locals and riders swapping stories like everyone already knows each other. The ride back to KOA Avi was calm and golden, with the sun dropping behind the hills as the day wrapped up.

Day 3 — Bunker Bar: The Final Run
Saturday was the Bunker Bar run — a classic desert ride with open terrain and an easy rhythm. Nothing complicated, nothing forced. Just miles of freedom.
Bunker Bar was buzzing, as always. Machines lined up. Music going. Riders everywhere. It’s the kind of place where you sit for a minute, look around, and think, Yeah… this is exactly why we ride.
One last ride back to camp, dust trailing behind me, and the trip felt complete.

Heading Home on Sunday
By Sunday morning, it was time to pack up and head out. Four nights at KOA Avi, three solid days of riding, and a reminder that sometimes the best trips are the simple ones.

What Made This Trip Different
Every ride started the same way: step out of the camper, fire up the UTV, and go. No hauling. No stress. No overthinking. Just ride out, enjoy the day, and ride back in.
Three days. Three destinations. One easy rhythm.
Sometimes the best adventures are the ones that let you breathe.

Five days. Three destinations. One easy rhythm.
Sometimes the best adventures are the ones that let you breathe.