Rubber Boot Weather (#74)

When will I ever use them? They sit there waiting patiently; like they know something I don’t know. I just know they know something I don’t know! It’s been at least five years since I bought those big ole rubber boots.

The idea being, at the time, that they’d be handy when I wanted to wander around in little streams, overturning rocks, looking for crayfish and other cool stuff. They’re the color of mud and go all the way up to my knees. The only time I ever had them on was when I bought them.

So there they sit. Up on a high shelf in the outside storage area in the back of the RV. Every time I swing that door up, their mud brown faces, still shiny and new, are there staring down at me as if to say, “Today?” Every time I have said, “No, not today!”

But today it’s raining cats and dogs. Today it’s “river runs through it” day. Today I get to take those boots down from their high shelf, pull them on, and go walking around in the water that has accumulated into quite a large area right in front of my RV.

So now here I am wearing my new rubber boots, splish sploshing around in a temporary little desert lake. I’m thrilled. The water comes up past my ankles. But my feet are cozy and dry. Thanks to my boots. I stand here grinning like a little kid.

Deserts being what they are, when the rain comes fast and plentiful onto ground that’s pretty much hard as concrete, it collects there and very, very slowly gets absorbed or runs off.

The lake in front of my site lay there for a bit then decided to move. As the water defined its course using the law of gravity, it made its way right through my site. At first I was stunned but then took control of the matter easily in my new rubber boots.

First I went about pulling my two electric cords out of the water and hanging them above the water line. Next I did the same thing with the water hoses. It was important to take care of them because they were providing little dams around which the water was diverted.

Finally I get to play!  I take a look at where the water is pooling.   Next I decide to make little canals for the water to flow freely on its descent to the street beyond. No problem with my new rubber boots! I just dig my boot heel into the rain-softened sand and gravel, making little waterways.

The water begins to make its way to the street as I stand admiring my handiwork. I pause to think of researching the layout of the Mississippi or the Amazon so I can replicate one of them but the water level is already lowering. Too late for such grand plans.

But back to my new mud brown rubber boots; they didn’t leak. They have good traction in the softened ground. They are righteous little troopers!

Next time though,  I’ll be more prepared. Now that my boots have “weathered” their first storm, it’s time to make plans for another deluge.   I’m working on a design for a new waterway. Maybe I’ll go with a regional theme; the layout of the Colorado River or the Rio Grande sounds good!

Joy! Annie

(aka Tin Can Traveler)

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Grateful for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace. Inhale love; exhale gratitude.
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One Response to Rubber Boot Weather (#74)

  1. Sher says:

    Oh, the joys of childhood – splashing around in the mud puddles! Isn’t life grand?

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