

Criag and I are gravel roading it up by Fillmore and have to go across some bottom land by the Nodaway River. We can either go across the bottom or backtrack a few miles. We could see the road was wet and not yet driven on. Craig takes off and is actually making progress. I made NO progress, what with my vee brakes and no clearence. I CARRY my bike to Craig and he says he thinks it looks drier ahead. Holy Crap! That stuff was straight up freaking Gumbo...the stickiest stuff this side of Hell! We had to hoof it across that bottom and then clean the bikes on the other side with sticks. All in all, a helluva way to blow an hour. The hippie