Adapting to an early mud season
Mud season has started. Or if not, then we're getting an early glimpse of it. A large snowstorm and a night of rain followed by a few sunny days and we have nothing less than a mud pit outside our door. My husband tore up our one lane road, plowing down it at high speed to keep from getting stuck and then destroyed our small parking area by attempting a multiple point turn in 4-wheel low. This resulted in a quagmire of rutted tracks, crossing over each other multiple times to create puddles of mush. I attempted to walk outside to watch him and my boots sunk to my ankles. Each step was like ripping my leg from a giant suction cup as if the earth was sucking me down into it, threatening to pull my boots from my feet.
As you know by now, we live in the high desert. The special circumstances of the high desert are such that it gets minimal precipitation. There is dirt everywhere plus the few plants that can survive in nutrient poor loamy sand. Additionally, because it is at high altitude (…
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