Mountain Trekkers

Monday, February 20, 2012

Dirt. Rain. Mud.

and new boots!

I have a hard time believing that it rains more in Seattle than here. Louisiana could give that city a run for it's money. We don't get snow, we get rain. a few weekends ago, there was a stream running from my neighbors back yard, across ours, to the other side, where it joined with the river between our house and the grandparents. From there, it traveled to what PD thought was a river, he started to correct me, until I showed him the Lake Smith in our front yard. Yes, I'm going to start calling our house The Lake House. We're taking mental notes as we go.

level out the yard
add dirt
scrape driveway

We've had a few days without rain, but our driveway is still quite muddy and quite intimidating when you slide. But, I didn't think about the fact that there's rock under that mud. So there's no sinkage. And Friday, before my friends came over. Before my husband went to a movie. I. Got. Stuck. PD was pulling out of the driveway to pick up our dinner, and I was suppose to turn around... what I wasn't suppose to do was pull too close to the flowerbed. Buried. Literally buried my front right tire right next to the boarder. I tried my best. I quickly ran through all scenarios I've ever been witness to to become, unstuck. Nothing worked. And my husband found me, baremuddyfoot, and lightly crying on the back steps. It was a perfect end to a perfect work week. I thought he would be frustrated. He laughed. I told him not to worry about it until after he got back. I'd hate for him to get muddy before he went out, but he insisted. Telling me it would drive him crazy, and it's suppose to rain the next day. So my superman pulled me out. With very little mud slinging, I might add.

Saturday it rained...

and Sunday....

this little girl decided... mud may just be something we'd like to play in.

often.