Even a hundred feet away from it, the land was like a lake and we just plodded and stumbled through water.

I knew now that the rain itself could never have done that.

Pretty soon we must have got over into the old creek bed, because we stumbled and went kerflop in, and the next thing we knew, we were swimming.
"Let's get out of this, but try to keep near it," Bert said, "so we'll know where we're going.

This has got me rattled.

I don't know what's happened or where we're at.