5/17

Our convoy to the mill yard yesterday resulted in a precarious side adventure through the mud covered roads. The mud grabbed hold of the tires and yanked the cars in various directions before planting us firmly in one immobile spot. After a slew of puzzled looks back and forth we decided the only thing we could do is push the cars to the drier patch of road, which resided at the top of the hill 100 yards away, and hope that the rest of the road was drivable. With 8 of us heaving at the back, and using the propped open doors as shields from the flying mud, we made it victoriously to the top and continued on as though nothing had happened.