Remember the swirlie?
Tonight I rode Blue on the river bottoms. I could actually have ridden him clear to the levee, but it got a little muddy; so we turned around.
It isn't as much fun riding down there now. In fact, it's downright depressing.
Now that the ground is drying, it's all cracked.
Everything is dead. It still stinks from rotting vegetation.
But here's the mystery of the swirlie, solved.
There was a drainage pipe causing the swirlie. Don't you wish it had been something more romantic or dramatic?