Some mudding days are better than others. Once in a while, the stars align so I can get on the water on-time, the weather is near perfect, and the low tide does pretty much what it’s supposed to, when I expect it to.
Saturday, July 12, was one of those days. Before you get all excited, I should add that the video I shot was essentially documentary material. I didn’t really have a plan for a video, so I just recorded about 40 minutes of the things I do when I’m faced with a grand expanse of warm, thick mud, and I have nothing else to do, but get myself completely immersed in it.
I’m actually a little surprised that I didn’t take out some rope to make it more challenging, but I was a little distracted, and I had just shot a bondage video on Thursday.
I did have my breathing tube, so I was able to get inverted and stay down for a while. It’s really strange when you’re head is 18 inches under the heavy mud. It feels like you can’t breath, because the mud is pressing on your chest and closing off your nostrils. I have to get past that feeling, and force air out my nose, in spite of it being blocked. It also takes additional effort to inhale, so I have to tell myself it’s alright; that I’m not suffocating.
I took the time to sink vertically, right up to where the mud was closing over my face. That’s really hard to do in that mud. The bottom is rather thick. The going is slow and it takes a concerted effort. Usually, I don’t take the time, but this time I had time, and I was determined.
Before I left, I took a head-first dive into the mud. It was sad to see the tide come back in, but the sun was also going down, so it was time to take leave of the mud and get cleaned up. Even the cleanup was pleasant. I got rinsed off, and I took my time getting the cameras put away. Once the boat was loaded, I paddled out to the creek where I could get into the deeper water and get a good rinse. Then I was able to change out of my latex and into my t-shirt and cut-offs for the paddle back to the car.