Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.
Well now, I have to tell you I would follow these old worn orange chainsaw boots anywhere. They have never led me astray. The boots; not the man wearing them.
My own Pink Cadillac Boots on that fine overcast fall morning would be checking fence. The girl; not the boots now that would be silly.
My Hero, donning the orange boots thought it would be a good idea to check the barbed wire fence near the swamp. I must mention the cows are already in the field so we were hoping it was OK we were not dressed for running or chasing. Our boots are not that good for athletics but are perfect for swamp work.
This job is very necessary because fence can for unknown reasons fall down or disappear completely, a phenomenon that you just have to keep on top of. We would not want those cows thinking that they can just go anywhere they like, they are already spoiled enough. So I followed those orange boots into the swamp. The man wearing the orange boots assured me it would be fine.
I let him go first because I have a problem with a ton of left over childhood imagination. I remember watching those westerns where the first man in walked into quick sand and was sinking quickly while the other cowboy just stood there not knowing what to do. We all know that was usually the cowboy that road off into the sunset alone. My Hero (cowboy) also has the orange boots and they may not be as cute as my boots but they are higher if there happens to be a slipping or sinking problem. (Cowgirl smart)
We pushed along and it did not take very long for me to no longer see his orange boots but only the top of his head. It probably did not help that he was far ahead of me. I guess the pretty pictures I was capturing were making me lag behind. He disappeared and I was now surrounded by shoots of tall green reeds, bushes, and vegetation that I have no idea what it was. My mind started racing, did he sink into that imaginary quick-sand while I was not paying attention. Slipping in without a sound.
"Hello, Hello" I shouted out hoping I would get a reply.
“I am over here” he shouted, “Follow my trail” OK I looked down to the water surrounding me covered with the tall grass lying flat like a tarp over top. The deer appear to love walking the swamp there were many trails. I picked the one with the less water and carefully moved ahead. It was like walking on a big old sponge, bouncy, bouncy.
I made it to the orange boots and the man wearing them. Told you those boots never led me astray. I know you were waiting for the sinking in the quicksand moment but it did not happen.