The rain began to come down harder as I approached the Jake Mountain side. My husband had caught up to me by this point. Descending this was like riding through a creek. It was a constant battle with wearing glasses and not wearing them. As I would descend I would put them on since mud was getting in my eyes. When the climbing came I would take them off as it was pouring and also muggy so the fog factor was high as you could imagine with these conditions. I had found some energy in the last few miles and the remaining two went by quickly. I was happy to be riding behind my husband still. The rain had stopped as we came out of the woods and hit the gravel for the finish. We rode this part like there was Moe’s waiting for us at the end. We turned off of the road and on to the trail to the finish. The rain had made a huge puddle of mud that I hit so fast I went skating through it with my tail end whipping back and forth. I crossed the last creek and headed up the grass finish holding my husband's hand. Racing on home trails, the atmosphere that surrounds Mountain Goat Adventure events, the competition, and the fact that this is where my husband and I really connected, is the reason this is one of my all time favorite races. We keep coming back year after year.