I tried like mad to get "above" it without getting away from it; but mist is pretty slippery stuff. At dawn exactly, I was blindly in the thick of it. I turned up a road that happened to be a Grade B. Honestly, I thought we were dry around here, but it soon became evident that I could be lost forever in slick mud on a dirt road in thick fog. A dozen times at least I could go no further.
I pulled the Tracker into four-wheel drive and let that frickin' mud blast up into my wheel wells and all over the hood. I stuck my head out to try to determine where my wheels were pointed and got thwacked. Poor Tracker was a mess. Somehow--lots of rockin' and rollin'--I made it up a hill and out, the tracks behind me looking absolutely awful.
So I stayed with the mist until it kindly departed. I didn't get the good shots I should have because I was half-dead in sinking sand, good Iowa soil run amuck, when first the sun came through.
Someday I ought get someone to teach me how to catch the haunting beauty of a countryside laced in gossamer.
When I got home, I ran the Tracker through the car wash and lopped huge hunks of mud from under the wheels.
Don't know what tonight will bring. Weather.com has been blowing sirens all day long. But it was a good morning. I got out.