We’ve been camped back a bit from a “usually” dry lake bed. Far enough that the ground isn’t mud as soon as it gets damp. After Hillary went through as a tropical storm and the run off put an actual lake out there I thought I’d try getting out to it. Of course w/ no shoreline and maybe a 1/4 mile of mud before the water I didn’t have much hope, but I’m always open to exploring.
I ended up finding a flooded dirt road that went in that direction and wheeled the yak to it (really need to work on a method of attaching it to my bike).
Put in was easy as I was still far enough away that the ground had a good amount of sand.
On the way out not only was I looking into the sun (so no pics) but the water was muddy enough that I had to keep feeling my way w/ the bow like a blind person. Finding the deepest tire ruts helped some. Once I made it to an intersection I had a few options to try out seeing if any of them were deep enough to get me to the lake itself and unfortunately none were.
Once I’d spent a good 20 minutes feeling my way forward . . . backing up . . . trying again . . . backing up . . . doing three point turns . . . trying different possible routes . . . filling up my skeg box w/ mud . . . I gave up and headed back.
I think these guys were laughing at me.
It was definitely playtime in a mud puddle!
