A slushy contender in the Maine event

Its has been a great time slogging through the back country of midish Maine. Hubert pitched me out of the car at The Forks. I spent the first few days slipping sliding, slopping and plodding on snowmobile paths. As amazingly beautiful as it was the going was incredibly tough. The snow was just to soft. I couldn't have had more than couple of pounds in each tire and still no traction. I never spent more time going forward with the bars turned or fallen off so many times in a day before. I could look behind me and see a zig-zagging rut with several pits where I hit the ground. That was the better times when I actually could ride. As fun as it was I've retreated to plowed roads. There is a cold front rumored to be coming in and I hope to get back off road.