Yesterday was a challenging morning for us. We thought we needed to get materials A to point B so we could make use of the truck bed again. We didn't want to leave them sitting out on the ground to get wet and muddy so we wanted to put them in the shed. However, reaching the shed involved crossing a very muddy terrain. In hindsight we should never have tried to make it through the mud but....we did try, and we did get stuck. Oh, did we get stuck. We spent a while trying to get out, to no avail.
Finally we were able to get out by using a tractor. Bless the workhorse tractor! So we were now on terra firma on a hill and unloaded the bed, but then we had to get back across the muddy marsh to get out. Oh boy. There were 2 big trees that we needed to go between with utter mud-mass in between them. To the right of the path (and the right tree) was more mud-mass. No hope there. No hope to the left-side tree either as it is not a clear area. So between the trees it had to be, over mud that has already been churned up.
Pausing at the top of the hill, we looked at each other. My husband said, "You have gotten the country experience this morning, haven't you? When was the last time you got stuck in the mud?" He mimed putting on goggles, I started laughing, he gunned the engine, and away down the hill we went. He didn't let up on the gas and fortunately we didn't get stuck this time. It was definitely a wild ride.