Tuesday was my birthday. With the Covid restrictions I was unable to go out for drinks with my friends so I decided to call my ex, who lives about an hour away, to see if his hubby would loan him to me for a day-long road trip. Tim wanted to get some photos of trains so he was up for it and his partner was fine with the plan.

Tim did some mudding with me when we were partners but it was mostly while we were out Jeeping. I decided not to push my luck but to be prepared so I put on my usual mudding gear - tall lineman boots, Levis 501s, t-shirt and a favorite old baseball cap I found in the mud while out 4-wheeling one day.

We enjoyed exploring around Cheyenne and some curious places in southern Wyoming I found on the Roadside America site. I found a "mud colored" t-shirt at the local Goodwill store, which I knew would be put to good use later.

At the end of our travels I dropped Tim off at his home and headed south to the irrigated cornfields that are north of Denver, knowing that there would be mud in the ditches. I finally found a dirt road with few houses and after a short drive I came across an odd puddle of liquid mud next to a field. I hopped out of the truck and stomped around in the mud, splashing it on my boots and up the legs of my Levis. It was only a few inches deep but it got my state of muddy anticipation headed in the right direction.

A few miles later I found a ditch that no longer had running water but there were deep mud banks left behind. I got out a plastic garbage bag to put over the seat and walked over to check it out. Within seconds I was mid-thigh in some nice soft clay mud. I figured if a truck came along the road I could always say that I stopped to take a leak and sank in the mud.

With the legs of my 501s nicely coated I got back in the truck to explore more. Unfortunately the next several candidates for play were too close to farmhouses for my comfort. So I drove south to a sand and gravel operation with a lot of old pits. I found a big one outside the fenced area of the property that seemed to be under construction to create a new lake. There was heavy equipment down in the pit and a lot of areas with standing water and mud.

I put on my new t-shirt and an old Levis jacket and made my way down the steep dirt embankment to an area that looked promising. Within a few steps I was in some very rocky mud up to my crotch. I made my way over to an earth embankment on the edge of the water and played around pushing the dry dirt down into the water with my big lugged boots. Then I wallowed around in the brand new mud, getting totally muddy up to my waist.

I climbed back up the embankment and laid in the dirt to watch the sun set. Once it was a bit darker I headed over to a spot in the pit that looked very promising where water was seeping out of the embankment. Sure enough, as I slid down the dirt hillside and hit the damp area the whole section became a mudslide with me sitting in it. I've always wanted to do that.

When I got to the bottom I stood up but immediately sank in to the mud almost to my waist. As I tried to move I realized I was stuck. It took about 10 minutes to get free and my process to do that is to spread my weight horizontally, so now my new mud-colored t-shirt got its initiation and my Levis jacket was all muddy on the front.

It was dark by now but the sky glow gave me enough light to see what looked like a smoother area of mud nearby so I just rolled over and over on top of the mud until I got to it, where I sank very nicely into some relatively rock-free deep clay mud. I spent about a half hour wallowing there because it was nice and warm, getting totally covered and shooting a huge load into my Levis.

Eventually the air temperature started to drop so I swam in the mud over to a dry area and then walked towards what looked like a shallow lake. The mud clinging to my clothes was super heavy. I waded into the water and found a spot about 30 inches deep. The water was incredibly warm - like bathwater - and it was a very nice way to clean up.

The shortest distance back to the truck took me through mud about 18 inches deep and then the loose dirt on the pit embankment coated that mud so I stomped off as much as I could before getting into the truck for the drive home. By then it was about midnight so I stopped at my favorite car wash. They had just filled the soap dispenser so that selection provided lots of warm soapy water to clean up the truck - and me, since there was still a lot of mud in/on my clothes. No one else was around at that time of night.

Of course one can't get properly clean without using the foaming brush so I turned to that selection and was greeted by an enormous volume of pink foam coming out of the brush. I used that to both clean the truck and got a lot all over myself as well - at one point pulling out the waistband of my 501s and filling the inside of my jeans with foam.

After a final rinse of the truck I was so enjoying the look of my legs being covered in foam and the feeling of my manhood sliding around in the foam inside my Levis that I stuck around to dry the windows before heading home for a shower and some cake and ice cream.

It was a good birthday.