Mother nature has been angry lately.
Most puddles were easy enough to simply ride around. This one nearly swallowed me. I rode the edge until the last 10 feet or so on the left side of the pic. The bike dropped in, water covered the frigging engine.
I was in water up to my knees. Instead of standing up, I simply lifted my legs like a child riding a tricycle through a little puddle.
Fortunatley, it was so cold I had my HT Overpants on so my legs stayed dry.
Next problem buried the front tire past the axle. I usually go around this (There's multiple trails that bypass it) but for reasons unknown, I thought I would give it a try.
The moment the front tire disappeared I knew I was in trouble.
As I contemplated my next move, 2 trucks rode up which made me nervous. There was barely enough room to slip by and if their tires dropped into the rut they could crush me.
Nice guys; got out and helped me push the bike out.
I headed up the hill and snapped a few pics.
Doesn't look like much but it sucked me in.
