Large puddles of snowmelt and mud made the walk even slower. For the next 45 minutes, the footpath alternated between dry trail, mud and water, snow, downed trees, or a combination of them all.
The route soon connected with a forest service road, which at least made the ascent a little less steep.
I attempted at one spot to walk along the edge of the road to simultaneously avoid crossing a downed tree, walking in snow, and slipping in mud. I was unsuccessful. My right foot slipped on some mud, and I fell into a puddle of snow mush.
Irritated with myself and the sloppy trail, I picked myself up, brushed off what water and mud I could, and continued walking.
About 30 minutes later, I was relieved to discover Top O' had stopped where the road intersected with another road. It was a flat and snow-free spot, and the first we'd seen since leaving the creek. Though the time was just 5:30 p.m., I had no reason to argue when he suggested we camp there.