Somehow I keep complaining about all the rain we had on this trip and posting pics full of brilliant blue skies. This is our campsite at Tent Bottom.
Purty: But looks are deceiving. The tent on the right has a small lake of mud in front of it.
It rained three or four times overnight, and everything was muddy.
Including the river. Kinda looks like a lake full of happy brown lily pads, doesn't it?
But up close, a bubbly horror. The sucking mud pies were two or three inches thick, and you had to sort of drive your paddle through them. It was totally gross, but hardships like this give a depraved girl scout like the Drunkablog renewed appreciation of what explorer John Wesley Powell had to endure.