I have a story of "muck". As a teenager, I had a horse, and where he lived was along a hill near "Piestewa Peak" (I still call it the other name). When it'd rain, all of the water and shit from the top-down would come down the hill, get stuck in the bottom of the hill in their stalls. Swampy, stinky mess if left too long! So my happy teenage butt would put on my big rubber boots, traipse over there (hopefully it was still raining!) and make little streams and rivers to help the water exit. Gratifying exercise in mini-scaled civil engineering. BUT THE BIG LESSON: It may be muck, but put on your boots and start fixing the problem!!