Mud
“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.” — Carl Sandburg
After the rain, the mud! While hiking at Huddart, we found a spot just saturated with thick, slick muck. Even though we had some other goals in mind that day, we could not leave the mud alone.
What started with mud skating and racing, escalated to an all-out clay-lobbing mud fight, and finished with otter slides, wrestling, and finally lounging in the ooze.
Robin and Hesham caked on the clay to make mud helmets and head butted each other.
When we got back to the van, we hugged it! High fives and body prints livened up the formerly pristine white of the van.
Then we piled in to the van and drove out of Huddart to bring our wearable nature in to the city. We agreed to stop in some public spaces to see how regular urbanites react to our plastered faces.
In the grocery store, people stared, showing shock and amusement at the juxtaposition of the polished, bright, immaculate surroundings with our soiled grunginess.
The In-N-Out guys laughed the whole time they took our orders.
Back at the center we built up a fire.
And dried out our caked clothing.
We were so caked with grunge, some of us could not get in the car to go home untill getting hosed off.
The fire felt really nice after a day of sogginess and a soaked finale.
