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Yoder Gulch wasted no time in letting me know it was gonna be a long six miles. Mother Nature must have had to go answer the phone because the water stopped coming down. I was slipping and sliding on wet surfaces trying to keep from getting into ruts deep enough to high center a farm tractor. There wasn’t much room to maneuver. The road was narrow with heavy brush on both sides. The first crossing of Yoder Creek involved going off a steep step and up another one on the other side. Apparently, the road was once heavily used. A very significant bridge once spanned that crossing. Much of that bridge is still there but not enough of it to be of any use. The first two miles quickly used up half of my remaining daylight. Mother Nature finished her phone call and came back to water some more of the lawn.
The section after the creek crossing contained deep ruts, lots of mud, and huge boulders that were buried in the muck. The Rodeo’s skid plates began to earn their keep. All those obstacles kept the pace to barely above a crawl. Mother Nature ran off to answer her phone and the water stopped coming down.
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