Those pix bring back some memories.

That Tennessee gumbo can be a real beeeotch. Looking at your tires (smooth as a baby's but with accumulated mud), you would've had to red line to keep them clean & moving forward in that stuff.

I remember getting into some really nasty red clay near Tullahoma. I spent as much time sliding sideways as I did moving forward. I had a blast though. Ended up with mud clods the size of softballs landing on my hood.