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| Crossing over Rt 95 was like a near intersection of separate worlds. A friendly truck driver beeped a greeting as he flew by. |
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| The road PWR traveled bears off to the left and into the woods! |
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| This beautiful garden grew in the middle of the woods! |
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| Muddy roads caked mud into the tires, which would fly off and into my eyes on the downhills! |
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| More mud ahead! |
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| Adjusting the shift levers took several attempts before arriving at an acceptable position. |
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| Nice open going and no mud! |
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| After miles of woods... |
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| One of dozens of mudholes encountered. I was able to go around all but one. |
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| No trucks and no metal detectors! Any trucks lost in the mud belong to the landowner! |
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| Dedicated to the memory of Biff Morgan. Very well constructed bridge over a deep chasm. |
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| Now in the middle of the woods, this foundation was once a farmhouse surrounded by fields |
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| This surreal blue-grey mudhole looked more like toxic waste than rain water. |
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| Near the end of the ride, I felt like this wheel. |
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| House by the side of the road. |
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