I recently bought my first Ford F150 this summer and at the suggestion of the dealer I decided on the 3.5L V6 EcoBoost…and I’m glad I did. With only about 4000 miles on the engine and an, as yet unmarred, new paintjob, my Dad, two friends and I decided to take the F150 on a hunting trip into Colorado from my home in Texas. After what my truck was able to do, I can tell you that I will keep this truck as long as it will keep rolling.
The 3000 mile trip ranged from sea-level Texas, over 12095 ft. Independence Pass in the Rockies to 6000 ft. north-western Colorado. Towing a 2000 lb. horse trailer with enough gear to support four guys on a 2 week hunting trip, we went from 90 degree weather at home to the low 20s in camp. In fact it was so cold that it turned into an impromptu camper. My Dad is 82 and has heart and lung problems so he has trouble sleeping lying down as it makes his lungs fill up with fluid. It was simply too cold for him to sleep with the rest of us inside the horse trailer so he ended up sleeping in the truck every night with the engine running to keep the heat going.
On our 5th day we decided to go scout nearby Juniper Mountain for good hunting spots. There was only one road going up the 7874 ft. mountain so it was time for me to engage the 4WD which made it easily up and over the mountain. You would think this might be the end of my story but it isn’t. No sooner did we get off the mountain than my Dad started getting pain in his chest and arm. He had a heart attack out in the middle-of-nowhere so I sped him 30 miles down the highway to the nearest town and hospital at 100 mph. He had to be medevac’d to Grand Junction, CO for an angioplasty so I was left to go back to camp and gather up the guys, pack our stuff and head out ahead of the big snowstorm that was on its way in. We made it to Grand Junction in the rain but ahead of the snow and linked back up with Dad. Thank God he was all right. After the doctor released him, we loaded up and began the drive home, over snowy, treacherous Red Mountain Pass at 11000 ft. Fortunately the roads were not yet icy, but getting down off the mountain late in the evening through thick fog and worrying about Dad was probably one of the most frightening drives I’ve ever made. The last day took us back through New Mexico with the storm dumping snow all over I-40 until we finally rolled into Texas and my driveway at midnight.
It was an exhausting trip but I know now I can count on my truck through just about anything.