Heather Taylor

Mud. So much mud.

Mud. So much mud.

Notes on mud season, from three decades of observations of how we adapt to the road conditions

We moved to our current location in 1989, when I was 24 and my partner was 27. It was summer, glorious summer, and we answered an ad to vacate our teensy one-bedroom basement apartment.

The ad read: Rustic 1{1/2}-bedroom cabin. Must have 4WD.

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