The time on the cell phone said the alarm would wake me in ten minutes. I turned it off, warmed water for tea, and donned my hip boots. Coyote songs filled the darkness. Without the aid of a flashlight, I followed my trail from yesterday. Slowly crossing the thin walkway across the beaver dam, the soft clay mud gave way and I slipped into the water. Water entered my hip boots, my jacket sleeves and arms got wet. All a part of the adventure, I smiled to myself, and continued on.