On the ridge things looked pretty good. It was a bit muddy but we went before the ground got too soggy.
My day didn't end there. I had watering to take care, Dixie to play with ... and then I couldn't resist the urge to go back to our creek bottom.
I could hear the waters tumbling and crashing from the house.
I was already muddy. I gathered up my back pack and set off. Rich was sleeping and I had supper in the crock pot.
This is the nice quiet little pond that marks the end of my property and the fence-line that should mark my neighbor's land.
Further downstream I stopped for a quick look around and then headed back home. I was wet and very muddy.
I had to take my pants off on the porch and leave them to dry. My sweatshirt and vest had mud splatters on them also.
I think that meant I had an awesome day.
The venison roast tasted quite wonderful. I think it is one of the best ones I've made.
Note to self though. Plant more green beans, carrots, and corn in the garden next year.