I had run the brush mower over the trail to the little pond, and also about 3/4 of the way around it. Nice, because things were about 18” high. Anyway, I took Rhonda for a little excursion to show it off, and from the back of the pond I could see the hillside across where Zack and I cut out a lot of laurel in the winter and it looked like it wouldn’t be too hard to get there. A little adventure. Anyway, off we went through the marsh, being careful where I stepped. Rhonda Made a little exclamation from behind and I looked around to see her with one leg in a hole, all the way up to the top. She scrambled out, none the worse for wear, but maybe we won’t walk through there again, or at least not until we forget what happened.