I was finally able to get a bit muddy today! It's been actual years since I was able to get out to the old swamp, but by Jove it felt good to have mud between my toes again! I didn't get as muddy as I'd wish, as there wasn't enough real space because of the flora. But it felt divine and stunk beautifully! I didn't realize how much I had missed that squishy squelchy sound and feeling, and the little pangs of worry that sent a chill through my spine when I nearly slip. On the way back to the clearing I ended up over ankle deep and just stood there for a few minutes very slowly sinking into the cool mud enveloping my feet. Sadly I didn't think to snap a picture of it. Next time!

After I got somewhat cleaned up i returned to a clearing which was hidden on all sides by trees and huge bushes. I decided to ditch my clothes and it was quite freeing! I was significantly away from any trails so I wasn't too afraid of being caught. The breeze on my skin cooled me off right away. I will definitely be going back soon, though next time with a blanket to sit/lay on so I can spend more time in the buff.

Even after a thorough washing I can still catch a slight wiff of the muck on my feet. Just like Noel from my stories, stinky swamp mud is my favorite perfume.