This was Sunday’s walk. I’d been meaning to go there for a while, because they have gentians this time of year, so when my mother mentioned that our local salvage store (just a bit up the road near the mall) had scored a haul from a rather nice yarn store, this pinged my memory bank immediately. (Yes, I did buy yarn.)
BF wasn’t coming with me, and just before I left, asked if I was bringing my hiking boots, because it had rained (yes, again), the day before.
Reader, I am very glad I invested in good hiking boots a few years back. The above was the kind of mud I was dealing with. I have to assume that’s been like that for most of the summer. In prior years, I would have turned around when I hit that kind of mud. These days, I shrug, and keep going.