Last Sunday Michael took my 2 great-granddaughters to the river, (Red) to play in the mud. They are both teen-agers now and you would think they would have out grown this tendency by now. But it hasn't happened yet. This is Harley, 13, and her cousin Dakota, after an afternoon of playing in the mud.

The Red River is mostly dry and sandy, with a narrow, shallow stream of water meandering down it. The only time it actually looks like a river is after a very heavy rainfall upstream. It can get bank full and very swift running for awhile, but then goes down as rapidly as it arose. The problem is that there are also patches of quicksand, and if one does not know where they are it is easy to get into bad trouble. Not long ago some people were riding 4-wheeler atvs, dirt bikes, and pickup trucks on the river bed, and 2 trucks hit a patch of quicksand. Down they went! They managed to get chains hooked to one and pull it out, but the other is still there with 8 or 10 inches of one corner of the cab sticking up from the sand.
This is totally a redneck pastime. The evidence continues to emerge. I do not make these things up, just report them.
Still here as a witness,
Grandma in the yellow house