Attack of the Dread Puddle

My route to class has become the Ho Chi Min Trail. Post-napalm of course. What once was a straightforward A to B expedition has now become a A to end of walk, then around puddle, down the street (avoiding the now exposed dog poo) across the semi-frozen lake that is the end of the street, then crossing the street, over the frozen sludge mountain, avoid even more now revealed dog poo then cross the street to B. Then promptly walk into a puddle.
Curses.

But melting snow and exposed dog poo signals spring, so huzzah!