In this raw mud fetish adventure with vlog-style captions, I've just arrived at my favorite local mudhole, fully naked and ready to sink into some gooey tidal muck and edge in blissful solitude-- until a low-flying helicopter shatters the vibe. At first, it's just annoying and distracting, but then it's clear: they've spotted me and are making lower passes to get a better view. Are they just enjoying the strange sight, or do they think I'm stuck and need rescuing? Either way, I've been exposed and need to bolt Asap My escape plan is risky. There's another secluded mud patch I know of, but reaching it means navigating a gauntlet of open clearings visible from populated areas on both sides of the river. Heart pounding, I tap into pure survival mode, crawling low through dense wilderness, the mud slicking my skin as branches scrape me. Then come the open stretches--wide, exposed terrain where I'm a sitting duck. I make desperate, mud-smeared sprints, praying no one spots me from the trails and apartment buildings in the distance.

Will I make it to the safety of the hidden mudhole to finish what I started, or will I get caught, naked and humiliated, with no way to explain myself? You'll just have to watch to find out!