We spent many hours in the pasture that was know to us as the creek bottom. This was the bottom land that we took a few of the cows to when the grass was getting dry at the pasture at the house. We hooked three or four cows to the plow of the tractor and lead them a mile or so, to the creek bottom. With all the rain we had this week I was reminded of what we did when the creek swelled. There is a wonder we had not drowned in that rushing water. It was red colored from the mud, so much that our clothes were the color of the creek when we got out of the water.