But judging by the state of the ground, this was a rain that went on for weeks or months. Every step sank into fine mud slurry to a depth of two or three inches. There wasn't really a solid bottom, just increasing resistance until the mud bore their weight.

Man, out at my wife's farm after a good storm there are spots that are like... two inches of churned mud, and every single step pulls at the boots and drags at the legs. These poor bastards are rightly exhausted when they reach habitation!

Fantastic piece, as always!