Thank you folks, for the good vibes. I never gave the dirt much thought. It was red, alright, and digging a new hole in it about every night is something I'd choose not to dwell on. I don't know what was worse: the mud or the brick. Then there were the flies and mosquitos. To this day I hate both with an inordinate passion. I've been known to get a few strange looks at picnics. Still do not like to eat outdoors: something my loves to do. Never told her why. I should get over it.