Slogging through the mud on a cold wintery day gives one cause to ask oneself, "What in the hell was I thinking? I am SO glad I didn't bring the dog." That would be three pairs of muddy boot prints all over my truck instead of two.
Whether its rain, sleet, snow, or just plain cold, crappy weather gives any hike a different look. What one typically takes for granted, like sure footing and good hand holds become mere myths in the mud and on the rocks.
Your muddy boots become your landscape. Slimy bushes and trees become your worst nightmare. Looking down while slipping and sliding and grasping for every handful of wet foliage and looking forward to the wet muddy ground to break your eventual fall. Nasty is not the word for it.
Getting outside your comfort zone and making your way through the wild, regardless of what Mother Nature throws at you.
I call it PEACE.