The casual viewer may take this as merely a muddy, rutted
lane. To me, it follows an ancient logging RR right of way
down to the river where the old log bridge was washed out
many decades ago.
To a frog, however, this place is his dream vacation puddle.
And there were many frogs in these puddles this frog vacation
season. They all declined to have their pictures taken though.
They all dived deep and held their breath until I left.