All of Monday evening's mud-slinging quickly gave way to Tuesday morning's sunshine.
The creek receded and I was reasonably sure Smooch and I would be able to enjoy
a pleasant walk around the fence line to inspect for any storm-related damage.
Smooch: This mud is slippery. I think we should turn back.
I think I should have listened to Smooch.
The camera was saved and the only thing hurt was my pride.
Smooch: Now can we turn back?