Well we put forth a good effort but all does not always go as planned. A group of five headed for the MABDR with plans do do it north to south. Unfortunately after a gorgeous summer we picked the week when it decide to start raining. We managed to do the first two sections on the first day but it started to rain around noon. This was left over from hurricane Gordon. The rain continued to intensify to a steady heavy rain. As we slept it rained three inches and when we looked out in the morning it was still pouring down. The decision was made to drive to our next planned motel and hoped the southern direction would Improve the weather situation. Wrong. The deluge continued throughout the day and into the night. All forecasts were more rain and flood warnings were everywhere. Rain was coming at us from Gordon and a system in Texas and of course here comes Florence. We awoke to more rain and the executive decision was made to abandon the MABDR and go where it wasn't raining. The only place anywhere reasonable with sunshine was Michigan. We loaded up under a large roof and headed out. Along the way we noticed extremely flooded areas with places where trailer parks were almost completely submerged. The rivers and streams were all cresting their banks. I am sure the water crossings on the BDR would have been impassible. It was a twelve our drive that took us until one half hour from our destination before the rain stopped and the sun came out. We were so happy to be in a dry climate! We stayed at the Lagoon motel and cabins and we had the place to ourselves. Extremely clean rustic cabins on the edge of Houghton Lake with room to park any size trailer. Our first day there sent us exploring to the south and east. We managed to put in a great day of riding on backroads and trails. Only our second full day of riding. The next day we struck out with a new set of plans and we're doing fine until my radiator had enough irritation from an old war wound and started to piss out. Back to the cabin and everyone went to work to dismantle the bike and locate a someone to fix the rad. After numerous attempts to plug the hole ourselves we finally located a man to repair it the following morning. When the sun rose we were out the door and went to the repair shop and watched as the radiator was repaired using a type of plastic solder. It worked perfect. Put the bike back together and headed out to ride. Two things to mention here. No 1- I think this place is the micro burst capital of the world. That is wind shear that is extreme winds that seemingly drop from the sky and and hit small areas. The locals tell us that this can be a common occurrence and that they had two major ones two weeks earlier two days in a row. Let me say that these were extreme for we went through places where there were no trees left standing. Cabins, trailers and anything outside were all crushed from giant trees that had fallen everywhere. No 2- I have rode through a lot of southern Ontario sand but I have never seen sand as deep and as fine on many of ORV trails that we encountered. At times it was a foot deep and if you did not manage to keep your momentum going, then it was near impossible to get going again. There were many tip overs and frustrations and the heat was doing us in quickly. When we got to the edge of a highway at one point it must have been quite a site to see five guys stripping down to their undees to cool off. As we were finishing our ride on Thursday afternoon with only a 1 Km to go to the road one of our group came around a blind corner and was immediately spearheaded by a blown down cedar tree form those damn micro bursts that caught him under his visor and simply removed him from his bike. The landing was not pretty and his body did not respond well. After some time we were able to get him on the back of another bike and after working around a few more blow downs we got to the road, found a house where we could rest our wounded and retrieved the truck to pick up the bike and take our man to the clinic. Hours later with a pair of crutches and numerous bandages we got back to our cabin. Pizza at midnight never tasted so good and again plans were made. The following day, Friday, we headed for home to take care of our wounded. Since we now were arriving home from Sarnia instead of Buffalo, and with our wounded that had to be taken home first, it ended up being anothe 12 hour driving day with dropping people off from south of St Thomas to Burlington and back To Tillsonburg In the end we only put 500 Kms on our bikes in total and 2500 Kms on the truck. Not the intended plan at all. So a couple of points to finish. If you like sand the ORV trials in Michigan are the place to go, but for me I won't go back unless I am riding an atv or a side by side. And Keep your head up and look ahead to see what's coming. Breaking a three inch tree in half using your head is not a good idea while riding your bike. What we did ride of the BDR was very fun and scenic and we all are planning to go back. Lastly, with the exception of someone getting hurt, we did have a lot of fun dealing with the different scenarios that were thrown at us and we worked extremely well together as a group. I guess that's why they call it adventure riding!!!!!!!