Mud, Mud, Mud

Mud, mud, mud, what a glorious thing is mud.
Mud, mud, mud, what a wonderful thing is mud.
It sticks and stacks and squeezes through cracks.
Between your toes goes mud.
It flops and drops and oozes and goozes.
Thick in your hand it's mud.
(Mud, Mud, Mud, by Joe Waymen)

mud down through the swamp

mud up in the hills

 only the birds could get up above it

The rain of last week has created a lot of mud at Bonelli Park. Some places it is wet and sloppy, others it is ooey and gooey, and others it is firm but sticky. Since you are always going up or down, and rounding bends, you can only guess what surface changes might be waiting for you. It keeps you on your toes. A lot of riders out having fun in the mud this weekend.