The next lot we cross looks to have lost some things as well. These folks used to have several tables and a sink out here around their cooking area. I find Frank wandering around here and he tells me that the road to my place is really muddy, but I should be able to make it. ...and if I don't he says that he'll come pull me out with his big yellow Toyota. I go for the gusto and slide through the mud, nearly getting stuck but eventually make it to my place. Some rain clouds in the distance get me nervous and so I turn around and slide my way back here just in case it rains. If it rained I would surely not make it through that mud again and might be stuck in a very bad place if the river came up again.