There's fun mud, and not so fun mud. This trip didn't involve the slick sliding around out of control type of mud. This was the dense, sticking to everything, grinding to a halt kind of mud. This was the my bike now weighs 80 pounds kind of mud. This was the I'm so pissed off I'm going to throw my bike off the cliff mud. Almost.
Of course, the pictures won't do it justice. MG talking Mike Curiak's ear off (Mike insisted this would be a great ride for the conditions, LIAR!), and my bike, after I'd scraped off some of the evil brown stuff.