So I spied an old longhorn while driving through the backroads of Decatur.
I parked on the side of the road, and got out to snap a few pics. Took one step into the ditch and the earth decided to swallow me whole.
I pulled my foot out when I was about ankle deep, saving myself, but losing my shoe.
I continued to stand there, straddling the culvert, left shoe on, right shoe off (and nearly gone) trying not to impale myself on the barbed wire fence.
Not entirely sure the shot was worth it, but kind of excited that I finally found the quicksand that had given me such anxiety as a child.
Right?! As a kid quicksand is the potential death all around us!
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